Where's the Bunny? Where's the goddam hat?

It's as though my brain were tied in knots. I want to write. I tell myself everyday that I have to become a writer, and I do write. It isn't a complete lie. But it's something that comes so spontaneously. I can't will it. If someone says to me, write me something, and I'll publish it, I can think, okay, this is a great opportunity, but it doesn't motivate me to do anything. I'm still stuck in the doldrums. I'm stuck with whatever I wrote when I was feeling inspired.