Sweet lord o' mercy what does it take to get a moment of inspiration?

I'm hard at work (if by hard you mean 2 or 3 hours a week) on the ol' novel, but it stinks, and not just in the traditional dull way. It stinks out loud, screaming the stench like that guy who sits next to you on the bus even though every other seat is empty( and they wonder why people hate public transit) my main issue is dialogue, i suppose my desire to see something outside of my own meager existence has driven me to create a world where people talk like they have some kind of existential protuberance tickling their innards while they think of what to say next....Morons... so they wind up talking like the lowest level of soap opera actor....Good God! Is that the future of my writing? If it pays, then I'll get over it.

Decision making part II

I spent last weekend with some close old friends in Malagash N.S It was a real eye opener, in a lot of ways. It was a real trip to be the only one without kids and although there were alot of the usual " you'll understand when you have kids" and "You can't imagine how much your life will change" it was pretty good. I took alot of pictures, and did alot of thinking/Drinking/Other. What i came up with is this...I'm a jackass! In the sense that i may NEVER be satisfied with my life in the career region, and in the monetary region. Nonetheless i felt (and continue to feel) that i need to progress toward something more tangible. My heart always seems to guide me to the arts; writing, music, film...Not a whole lot of coin in there. Here i stand once again. I wonder if career choices would be easier if there were less of them.