Ah, indeed; but you see, I think writing is a wholly separate matter entirely -- as it is an act of production, production of one's own; it's the actualisation of creativity, spunk, imagination, and thus requires particular consideration.
Just as God, Elohim, Yahweh, or whatever else one wishes to call the character, in Genesis looked upon his creations and at vary stages remarked that they were 'good', and after reviewing the completed Earth, the heavens, all the animals, and the first man, concluded that everything 'was very good', the creative writer, too, after examining his own finished work, must also conclude that 'it is good', otherwise he spends his time adding, taking away, sifting, correcting, and reforming until he can finally conclude as such.
Or, to adopt a further analogy, in the same way one doesn't tell a joke that one oneself doesn't find funny, the lyrical author, in his personal domain, doesn't dare publicise a work that is lacking in what he regards as metrical eurhythmy. -- Thence it follows that self-satisfaction is the key to all creative production; outside it, all is but chore, duty, or drudgery.
Alternatively,
If pride can only be negated by occasions of a purely detrimental or poignant variety, then can having it really be such a bad thing?

