I've got a new way to bait my muse:
Play her some Bonnie Tyler. Especially Total Eclipse of the Heart
I'm not talking about soft music in the background. I go all out - headphones, volume jacked up, repeating, until I'm virtually drowning in all that heavy duty emotion, singing at the top of my lungs (sometimes the back-up parts "Turn around...turn around..." and other times doing Bonnie herself, parading round the living room with my arms out like I'm ready to swan dive from the top of a steeple somewhere) and totally feeling the angst, baby!
Did I mention it's best to do this when the two pre-teens are not present?
Going back to my iPod now.