Practice?
Shit, I've never been very good at that.
Not that I never did...lots of hours spent in the woodshed. Mostly when I was younger. Metronomes, chromatic scales, picking and dexterity exercises. Trying to get that speeeeeeeeeeeeedddddddd.
But...I dunno. I'm still kind of a hack, even though if my guitar playing was a person it could legally drink these days. I spent so much time drifting around from guitar, bass, singing, keyboards, ukulele, and drums that had I spent all that time on one instrument I'd probably be half-decent. But my ADHD won't allow that.
Most of the time I'm practicing technique when I wanna learn a specific song...Gojira's "Born in Winter" helped me get my two hand tapping a bit further along.
But most of the time...shit...I'll just play by feel, noodling around the modal shapes that I've internalized while adding in little chromatic flourishes when the mood strikes me...or when I fuck up.
These days I'm much more interested in fucking around and making groovy atmospheric textures or fuck your face heavy riffage than the wheedles though. Maybe I'm just an angry guy.