We had ribs tonight—delicious ribs with meat falling off the bone and juices charred rich like treacle. It made me wonder if my book has been cooked long enough to have the same rich flavour? A book that has been slow-cooked, then fried to perfection. Is mine like that? Of course, the answer was “no” a year ago, but now is a simmering “yes.”
Full of flavour? I hope so.
A plot that sticks like a rich sauce? Perhaps.
An ending that leaves a reader full and satisfied? I can’t give that away, can I?
You see, it’s only the reader who can tell me if my book is cooked enough.