Hell, we all suck, Laura. If we didn’t, we’d probably stop writing and say, “Well, conquered that!” What keeps us going—even the best—is that constant, unreasonable, slightly stupid urge to write better. It’s a shifting target, though. Readers can suck, too. Sometimes they love what really sucks. I wouldn’t worry about it. During the Jazz Age, writers like Hemingway, Stein, Fitzgerald were small time compared to some of the popular scrawlers. There were hundreds and you occasionally find ravished copies in old used bookstores. They mean nothing now, so they suck, too. Join the club. It’s ever-growing and ever-frustrating. It’s writing.