I used to think I might be a good cartoonist. Years ago I discovered I could draw goofy and cartoonish characters pretty well – certainly better than some of the cartooning superstars out there like Scott Adams.
Unfortunately there was something missing – the joke. Or more specifically, the point.
Sure, I could draw a polar bear sitting on an ice floe eating a banana, or an airplane flying through the ears of guy in a suit. But it was never very funny or clear what the intention was. I also had the problem of not being able to draw “on demand.” So even on those rare occasions when I came up with a punch line, I couldn’t draw the corresponding picture. Nor could I draw something that someone asked me to draw.
So my doodles were perpetually just characters, drawn on the fly, and perpetually in search of meaning or at least a punch line. Frustrated, I instead made a career writing software manuals because hey, that was easy.
Here’s one of my characters, hastily scrawled onto a white board a few years ago. He’s a curmudgeonly rabbit who hangs around in bars making cranky wisecracks at people. I was going to call him “Doug” or “Ron” or something like that. I left him up there on the board for a few months, waiting for inspiration. None came.
Frankly, I think I’ve done better with this blog. It won’t make me rich or famous (neither would the cartooning have done so), but at least with the blog I’m not at a loss for words. (Recent dry spell notwithstanding).