Short Piece on What to Write

It is in here somewhere, that little spark that drives me to put words on the page. I want to dig deep down inside of it and get lost in a new world. A world created by my words, my voice, my eyes and my imagination. But there is nothing there. I close my eyes and there is nothing behind my eyelids. No picture springs to mind as I sit before the computer and stare blankly at the screen. My imagination is as blank as the page. There are no heroes to slay the dragons of writers block. There are no evil villains crafting maniacal plots for me to find creative ways to foil. No damsels in distress or otherwise. Nothing. Just a nagging need to write. Write. Write. Write. Tell me what to write?