My 4:00 am pages are dashed off. The letters lope and slope. They crook and pull. No lovely inks. No sweet doodles. No fountain pen or even rollerball, fine point. (Not to put too fine a point on it.) What I do: sow raw ideas and reap the mess and dirt of digging along with the vines and the finds and the groundfruit.I do think we spend entirely too much time fussing over the details, such as the look of our handwriting. In fact, more of us would write by hand if we could become friendlier with those scrawly critters moving across the page.
Dash off a messy impromptu thought by hand. Put it on the bathroom mirror. Teach yourself to like it just the way it is.