Derry, Northern Ireland

Derry, Northern Ireland
A book I'm working on is set in this town.

Wednesday, February 1, 2012

I cannot cook steak

I mean, I can on a grill, but not in a pan, and that's all I got, right now. And for the second time I screwed up a decent piece of meat by it being undercooked for me. I like 'em medium well and this came out practically rare, even though it was seriously seared on the outside. But it got me to thinking.

I'm feeling so overwhelmed with POS, I'm dumping the idea of submitting it to the Amazon competition. I don't want to turn in a piece of crap and the deeper I get into the story the more certain I am that I'll need to do a number of rewrites to get it decent enough to even be read by people for feedback, let alone try to get it published.

I'm still pushing through a first draft so I can have the spine of the story set up. From there will come the attention to detail I need and also need to avoid so I don't seem pedantic. I'm taking my copy of Russell Stetler's "The Battle of Bogside" and rereading it. But after that comes Internment and the collapse of societal control and the bombing campaign...and it's just too much to rush through. If they do this again, next year, I'll submit it then. But this was an impossible plan.

Y'know, in "The Lyons' Den" it turns out that Daniel's favorite book is "The Ingenious Gentleman Don Quixote of La Mancha". Maybe it was a Freudian slip, for I'm more like that crazy old fart than I like to admit, tilting at imaginary windmills on an imaginary Rocinante while Sancho Panza rolls on the floor, my mind.


Writer said...

I'd say we all have a bit of Don Quixote in us. As for the steak? Maybe your heat was on too high?

JamTheCat said...

Truth is, I'm not all that good at grilling, either. Which is why I usually go out for steak when I want one. But it's gotten so damned expensive, I thought I'd try it at home. Dumb.