I've got a pretty peachy view of the ocean (bay actually) from where I write and it doesn't do me much good when the "muse" isn't coming in with the tide. Ink well is, well, dried up at the moment. Like the picture, where there isn't a boat in sight, the muse has flown the coup. I'll just wait around. Something is bound to show up. Sun is out at least.
A writer without an idea is a fish out of water. Maybe some music will provide an inspiration. Otherwise, my grand daughters are due here in a minute so that will certainly spark it.