I try not to place too many expectations on myself. I merely aim to show up and write a few words, which then stretch into sentences.
A voice I hear has a habit of raising the stakes. It imagines I should write only good sentences. But that cramps my style.
Bad sentences are some of the best sentences I right.
Which is to say two things. Words written on a page are really the only ones I can improve. And a sentence I judge ugly sometimes reveals itself to be a swan hidden in a flock of ducks.