Putting Your Ego in Your Back Pocket

I’m lucky. Everything I write turns out flawlessly. I have perfect instincts that ensure everything I write is right on the mark. I know the instant I write something crummy, and I’m able to toss it out the window before anyone else ever gets a glimpse of it. By the time my words reach my readers, I’ve honed them to perfection. So why in the name of red ink and Bic pens would I need to bother listening to someone else’s unfounded criticisms? I already know my work is parfait. Anyone who thinks otherwise, obviously just isn’t bright enough to get it.