Write something, anything.

If you want to be a half-decent writer, you really have to write something, sometime, right?  Well here I am, trying.  Trying is good.

The internet tells me that my first task is to find my voice.  If anything I think I know my voice all too well.  I conceive a thought and before it has had time to develop, even internally, I’ve understood its intention and moved on to something else.  A (weirdly telepathic) brain scan would reveal at best a string of abstract keywords attached to vague, often mixed, emotions.  My biggest challenge as I see it is to slow down my internal dialogue to a pace at which it can be decoded and transported to my fingertips.  That and to learn once and for all how to use a comma.