Dilemmas

I used to be one of those people who had ideas and stories and alternate worlds swirling around in their heads at all times.  Why haven't I been able to come up with any story ideas lately?  This is awful.  Sure, I've written small bits of almost-stories in the last month or so, but nothing that I care enough about or am inspired enough to write more of!  Maybe I should dig through all of my old scraps of paper and index cards and try and find something that I care enough about to write a lot about.  I have a whole drawer full of these papers and index cards, and that doesn't even include any notebooks, which are jam-packed with stuff!
All I want to do is write.  I like writing, I like having something to think about all the time that has nothing to do with real life.  I like coming up with people and places and different ideas and the flaws of characters.  I think one of my favorite things about writing fiction is pointing out the flaws of characters.  I may not be as good at this as I think, but I still enjoy it.

Maybe I should re-visit a story that I used to love a lot.

It's like my mind used to be a pool of awesome, but now it's all dried up.  How do I get it to be not quite so dry?  I need rain! 
I need inspiration.  All I do is sit here all the time, and there's absolutely nothing inspiring about where I live.  Not compared to other places that I've lived.  I need a new setting.

On an unrelated note, I refuse to think about anything past Thanksgiving until Black Friday.
Dee