What do you write when you don’t know what to do with a blank page? Do you make up a story about a fairytale princess, whom a prince pursues endearingly in a far away land? Do you generate rhymes, simple and quick, hoping that the beat might stick? Do you describe the drear of your daily life, the conversations you held, the jitter that your coffee gave you this afternoon? Or do you just let the words flow out like honey, melting across that blank page, filling it with knowledge?