Decades ago, my first real writing teacher taught me two things: 1. You cannot learn to have a voice, you are one. 2. Some days you will like you, and some you will not.
Sooner or later we slip, stop pretending, and become ourselves. Maybe it’s new, or maybe some forgotten scrap of something we patch into now.
Sometimes we just become our own McGuyver, solving the problem the piece presents, and it changes, because it lives that way.
That said, sometimes when I slip, I like me. Sometimes I don’t. Either way, it was still me.
Improvisation is not the soul preview of an artistic elite. It is the human condition.
Best regards,
Ed