Where is my inspiration? Oh where has it gone?

Sometimes you just have to batter away at the keyboard until something grabs you. At this particular moment I am just desperate to write but cannot find anything that sustains me for more than four lines. Good ideas yes, but they are not electric, and I need them to be electric, to have surges that compel me to find out what is going on in their minds, to write until I understand them, but all that is there is blank.

Blank can be good of course because that means there are no limits, but too much choice makes decisions hairy fairy.

Now there’s a thought from a typo, The Hairy Fairies. Hirsute fairies in pink tutus, with underarm hair, and hairy legs …now that is just plain weird. Fairies of Eastern European origin with names like Helga and Olga who are scoffing so many steroids that they cannot get off the ground? Perhaps they just want to live here, better working conditions, escaping persecution by the size zero fairies. They are just working class fairies with families to feed, now there is another question how do you get a fairy pregnant? And what do they have, baby fairies? fairy eggs? And whose the daddy fairy? - Olaf the fairy sounds like an oxymoron and quite possibly libellous! Mmm… Not a genre that I would normally pursue but there might be something… twisted admittedly, but perhaps worth chasing…