do you ever just write a single, beautiful line and feel really proud of yourself. then you look five paragraphs down, and there’s a sentence like, “I walked and my legs were walking” and wonder what in the goddamn heck happened

In case anyone was curious, I am proud of these:

and then there’s whatever this is:

writing is truly an experience

tolkien described Thorin as “wounded with many wounds” in the hobbit so I think you are fine