I’ve got this critique group, who I reckon you can blame if Night’s Fall sucks.
I call them my Writer Bitches™, because they are a) all writers and b) caustic bitches (meant in a loving way — because you really do need to cut deep with that knife to get a better product). They, in turn, call me Parry Darling.
Of all the nicknames I’ve collected, this one fits the best — or worst.