But it got me thinking about how secretly I hold my hopes, desires, dreams in. Not just as an author, as a person as well. I treasure them, hold them closely and pour over them, dedicate time and energy to them, and never - ever - let anyone else see them. Sound familiar? Here's a hint: My Precioussssssssssss.
If you can't trust your readers, who you've never met, and may never meet, how can you possibly make the story what it ought to be? If your story is your precious, it'll turn you into a slithy, slimy, sneaker who hides from the air of honest criticism and the light of genuine love. And yeah, I did borrow slithy from Lewis Carroll, because I love him, and I loved Alice in Wonderland. :)
Which, if you're disgusted by the gollum idea... Here's another approach.