Open Honesty: Hard Days

I sit at the piano, plucking things out, trying to find something creative, but all I get is a monotonous run of the same-ol', same-ol'. Come on.I've arranged hundreds of songs! Surely one more won't be the end of me!
I dig into God's Word... only to come up dry. Shouldn't I find something -- something-- to encourage me for the day?
I stare at my computer screen. One hundred words. This is all I need to write for my novel today. But it is hard. Nothing is coming. And I get further discouraged....