Finding a Voice

There was a substitute teacher in my jazz class tonight. Usually when my teacher isn't there I like to take ballet but the teacher was good. By good I mean she did a combination that didn't humiliate me by being hip hop. You know that funky chicken dance that Frodo does at Bilbo's party in FOTR? That's me doing hip hop.

I got nothing done at work today that I remember. Not a single thing. The scary part is that I can't remember what I did while I was supposed to be working either.

Also, there's something I've been wondering about writing. ( When I was a kid I wouldn't have read the kind of stuff I write. This disturbs me somewhat. )

Do other people find this with their writing? Were they surprised at their "writing voice?" Did they fight against it and try to sound like who they wanted to sound like? I'm not even really sure I've found mine yet, in fact. I just know where it's not going.