I don't know if I have a voice, or just echo whoever's rattling around in my head. I do think this bit is kind of typical me, especially in that I never finished the essay this was going to be part of.
Often when I start to write (or start to do anything, really, but especially for writing) I find myself thinking of a song from an animated Christmas special -- one of the ones where Santa is sad, I think.
Anyhow, so I sit down to write, and this chorus of Christmas elves starts up in my brain. "Put one foot in front of another," they tell me, "And soon you'll be walking cross the floo-oo-oor. Put one foot in front of the other, and soon you'll be walking out the door."
And that is how I write: foot by foot, word by word, sentence by sentence. I don't know where I'm going: All I know is that if I keep going I'll get there.