Gene Fowler once said, “Writing is easy: all you do is sit staring at a blank sheet of paper until drops of blood form on your forehead.” When that happens, I’ll let you know. Until then, of course, you will have to content yourself with what others have written. Neil Gaiman recommends this poem by Hugh Sykes Davies. Why not start there? There’s also some nice poetry over at this week’s Writer’s Almanac. Go on, stretch your legs a little. It’s good for you. I’ll still be here when you get back.