"You can live with me in this house I've built out of writer's blocks".

I really, honestly hate the man, but I love the quote.

So usually I would have written at least three or four stories this week, and it's only Tuesday.
Usually I'd be exploding with ideas or little snippets of things that can morph into a bigger idea.
But not now. This isn't "usually" anymore.
I don't have any ideas, and I don't have any of those morphing little snippets either.
Of course I've had writer's block many times before, but this isn't like it at all. This is something completely different.
The problem is, I don't have any ideas at all. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. And even if I did, I'm sure I wouldn't be able to write them down the way I wanted to.
I really don't even know what this is. It's not writer's block, I've given up on that theory.
And I'm starting to believe that I'm just losing it. I'm losing whatever writing skills and/or talent I ever had.
And I'm just about ready to call it quits and give up.

Any advice?