A very loose paraphrase from last night's Death Pixie meeting.
I must say, this is a large part of why I belong to a writer's group. I need people in my life whom I believe to be trustworthy resources to tell me that the voices in my head are wrong. I really might actually be OK at this writing thing, I am improving, and most of all I don't suck.
Now to find a way to pound this tasty tidbit into my brain BETWEEN meetings . . .