You know, inspiration is a fickle mistress. She comes and goes as she pleases and you never quite know when she'll return. Sometimes you think she's gone for good . . . and then a song will come on the radio that makes you just need to write. Or you have a terrible day, and that assbutt from work ends up as the murder vic in your newest short story. I myself try to find inspiration in the quiet moments, like right before bed when my brain is unwinding from the day or in the bathroom as I serenade the shower head. You have to find what moves you, and if that fails, tell yourself you're a terrible person and force yourself to write something, anything, to reclaim your authorial honor.