I hate dry spells.
Maybe God is trying to show me that I cannot conjure wisdom or understanding; He is the great Teacher.
I always try to derive the "lesson" that I'm "supposed to learn" from God when life happens, and I mean always. Unsurprisingly, I hit a wall when I can't even hypothesize the lesson because the situation seems so pointless.
Right now, inspiration isn't coming easy. By inspiration, I think I mean that feeling of spirituality that often accompanies a personal insight or revelation. While I objectively recognize what a good thing this is--my relationship with God cannot and must not be based upon feelings--I still hate dry spells!
God, give me the patience to walk through this period, and the grace to sit at your feet and know you more, no matter what I think or how I feel.