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.