The mind works in mysterious ways. I have found that if I think about what I want to make tomorrow just before bed I come up with some interesting forms and I go out to the workshop with a plan. Today I woke up not having a clue what to make. I've had 3 high test coffees and I still don't know what I want to make. So the plan is to walk up to Currie's Art Supplies and get some charcoal or maybe a really cool black pen. I have some black Chinese ink and a bamboo pen I started playing with.
I have written a book of all my stories, BS, irreverence and nonsense that I am self publishing and need some small sketches to include.
Maybe that is the kind of day this is. Stay in a sketch on paper. The drunken sailors was me sketching at the wheel. Often it is hard to translate what you put on paper to clay. It is great when what you make is even better than what you sketched and imagined. Then it gets even better when the kiln does something you couldn't have imagined.