I've done that same Google search looking for such pictures, and man, do I know your frustration.
And let me tell you, Monty, personally, that I love your writing. I pm'd you some time back asking for a thread. It was after reading "Dice at the Docks." I then read "Unfaithful Telling" and it made me cry. Very little writing, here or elsewhere, makes me cry. I cried when I read Moiraine's death in the Wheel of Time series. I think I got a little misty when Snape died and we saw his past memories in Harry Potter. I've cried when I do my own writing, particularly when I wrote my piece in the Maria's Memorial Monument thread. But its not very common that someone else's writing can make me cry.
Lots of people pm me asking for threads before I have had the chance to read theirs (the site is just so big, I don't get a chance to find people's work as often as I'd like). It makes me feel really good to see someone say they've enjoyed my writing and want a thread with me. I hope you felt just as good the first time I pm'd you asking for a thread.
Now, inspiration. I wish I had more to say on the subject. You'd think I would, what with closing in on 700 posts. But frankly I don't know where my inspiration comes from. I believe in Muses in a more concrete way than most modern people do. I think there's something beyond our understanding in the world, something that might be a religious or spiritual thing. I don't know. Where do dreams come from? Where does faith come from? Jung's collective subconscious? Gods? Spirits? No clue, I really don't know. But I know there is something beyond the human experience, something unquantifiable. Something intangible. And that something is what I feel feeds our ability for art, music, writing, anything. Some of us can tap into it easier than others. Some need a certain state of mind to do so. For you its boredom. For some musicians, its the psychadelic state achieved through mind altering drugs. For others it could be meditation or prayer. I don't know.
But there's something that inspires us to create. I call her my Muse, and she is a harsh taskmaster. Sometimes she wakes me up in the middle of the night and forces me to go write, no matter how exhausted I am. Sometimes she is mean and gives me a headache. Sometimes I'm not happy with her and after I write something I look at the page and want to kill it with fire. But she is what she is, and I accept her.