Do not try to fix me. I’ve been broken, but I am okay now.

My name is Rocket, I am struggling with writer’s block.

Kind of. To be honest, as of late, I can not think up any gags for cartoons, and I am okay with that.

I have been drawing. But nothing in the way of cartoons have come to me. This has been for 2 weeks or so. Nothing. I look through my memos, my notebooks, scetch pads. No puns, no irony, no fish out of water….and yet I hardly have any frustration.

In times past, I would have just walked away from my drawing board and gonr fishing, not to return for a couple years or so.

I have no desire to quit. I took a couple days off, but that changed nothing.

I have had a couple folks tell me, they look forward to the dummies, for a daily smile. I feel an obligation but no pressure.

I think this might be what is know as Serenity.

God grant me the serenity

To accept the things

I cannot change

You know the rest, or at least you should.

I open Medium, and see no green dot by the bell. That makes me sad. Heaven help me, I am addicted to attention. Always have been.

“Don’t laugh,” my mom would tell people, “you’ll only encourage him.”

Family cook outs, a little beer, I would tell a joke, get a laugh and get energized.

I loved the Jonathan Winter’s method of improve. Anything laying around could become a prop. Hotdogs tongs became robot hands. The claws outside a deep sea submarine, (hey, that might make a cartoon). Laughter got me rolling. I feed on it like a junkie, pick up a spoon and hold it over an eye, for a pirate eye patch.

But, I never overcame the stage fright to step up to an open mike.

But, you know….they ain’t buried me yet.

This desire to entertain, to at least be interesting if not funny.

This drive would make me insane. I used alcohol to deal with it. Or, not deal with it. A couple drinks and I was the clown of the of the party.

Writers block. Lack of inspiration. Just plain out of ideas.

My son has a drawing board. Brushes, paint, pencils and he does art — which he never shows! WTF is with that?

But, me, for the first time in my life I am okay with a dry spell.

It is like losing my hearing, it has happened before and always come back. I used to panic.

What if it don’t come back?

It always has before, no reason to think it wouldn’t this time.

Except. One of these times I will go deaf again, for the last time.

What if this time, I have lost my ear, because I am about to die? I mean that is the great equiizer, we are all going to die someday.

But, not this day!

So, it is back to the sketch pad. Family picture, Edna and family. Hope something funny come to my head.