When I was a young teen, I was allowed to work at the local diner in my small hometown. I wasn't allowed to serve alcohol but anything else we served was fair game. And I was good. Really good. I took pride in what I did and it wasn't too long before I had a regular set of customers who sat at my tables despite my tender age. I paid attention to my customers interests, I knew what they liked and I served it to them in the best manner I could which made them want to come back for more.
In today's world, many eateries try to cut corners by cutting quality and it shows in their menu items. Where is the pride in one's work when you are slinging hash at some greasy diner these days? Even the big dogs in the fast food sector are starting to make smaller portions and use fillers to downsize the quality of their products.
I say writer's should always be careful they don't become the greasy diners of the writing industry. Be sure to prepare your manuscripts with only the freshest characters, the tastiest storylines and the finest words your imagination can create. Why become a fast food writer when you can be a gourmet one?