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.