When I began to write, to tentatively think I might be a writer, I kept a book that I wrote in every evening. Practice. If you want to get good at football play, every day. If you want to write then write.
Looking back through notebooks, inspired by other people’s books I found these:
Then I found this, lurking in a small one, waiting to remind me.
And then this, from a long time ago. About a photograph. Of my parents.