I think almost everyone who makes stuff runs into this sort of problem. Somedays you sit down at the blank page (or blank screen, or block of wood, or lump of clay, or whatever) and have a million ideas of what to do with it, and other days you don’t. Now that I’ve managed to make the comic for the day it seems so easy, but it’s tough to pace around the room with no idea what to make. I suppose that means I need to go have some misadventures to gather material, or just start making stuff up.

Incidentally, the cat in the tutu is actually somewhat autobiographical. When Lorie was making a fluffy dress for her three-year-old niece, it was discovered that one of the cats was the closest approximation for her waistline in the house, and so Bear [the cat] was enlisted to model it. Cats make very unwilling mannequins, as you might expect, so it wasn’t the most functional fitting, but it sure made for an amusing photo, and he took it like a champ.

As for Clambo– well, I don’t know where that came from.