I stole the title of my post from Poetmom, with whom I had a late lunch today and who is an inspiration unto herself. I agree 100% with her Sunday Scribbling post today on the topic of inspiration.
I think that if we sit around waiting to be anointed with inspiration, we'll get very little work done. Plus, what do you do while waiting to be inspired? I'm most likely to start doing something useful, but not inspirational--like cleaning or calling one of the friends with whom I don't keep in touch well enough.
Writing--even when I don't have an ounce of inspiration in me--inspires me. It's like exercise that way. I may not realize that my arms are getting stronger while I'm lifting weights, I may in fact hate the act of lifting weights. But the next time I go to try those muscles, the lifting will be a little easier.