Comparisons between creating on the keyboard, and creating in the kitchen keep popping up.
Unusual, since I’m more likely to use my oven for storage than food prep. Nonetheless…
A good chef will tell you, ‘If you can’t be proud of it, don’t serve it.’ That philosophy has been behind many a late dinner service. But the end result is that all is forgiven once the diner digs into his perfectly produced, delicious repast. He’ll likely deem the meal worth the wait.
The “If it isn’t ready, don’t offer it” philosophy becomes more problematic when applied to writing. Our hungry, hopeful patron may be the editor or publisher, but we have to contend with an intractable extra ingredient.
For most of us who are submitting to calls that will draw hundreds or thousands of entries, we can’t expect to deliver the goods late and justify our tardiness by pointing out how it’s worth the wait. The diner at our table won’t bother sampling. There are no extensions in our kitchen.
Getting a manuscript in on time is a perfectly legitimate, understandable expectation.
But then, you stumble across the call for submissions that stills your world because it seems tailor-made for you. Right up your alley. Posted with your name all over it…
…and it ends in an hour.
So. Do you rush to pound something out with no time for anything other than a quick proofread, and shoot it off to this perfect destination where you just know you belong?
Maybe. It’s a gamble. It’s taking a chance on leaving a bad taste in someone’s mouth. Maybe it would be wiser to let them go dinner-less.
The deadline is an ingredient in the writer’s world that can trump all the other lovely things on the plate. It looms and we are under its gun.
I don’t think chefs suffer that fate quite as stringently. But I could be wrong. After all, my oven is used for storage.
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