Some days you want a flourless torte, some days you want a trifle, some days you want a four-layer Red Velvet.
And some days you just want a good yellow cake.
Writing can be the same way. Sometimes we get so fixated on a “hook”, on coming up with the twist or ending that no one saw coming, that we forget the power in a straightforward, well-developed story.
We can feel as if it’s a competition, to see who can come up with the plot/genre that no one’s thought of before.
Vampires in the dinosaur age?
What about time travel by way of a fast food drive-thru?
It makes me think of the recent trend in the culinary world to kick it up a notch with escalatingly-odd flavor combinations. Sea salt and cumin ice-cream? Rosemary and espresso potato chips? Sure, why not?! Who cares if it tastes good–it just SOUNDS so cool, right? But the fact is that the flavor is everything, just as all the twists in the world can’t elevate a story with hollow characters you can’t care about.
Butter, eggs, sugar, vanilla, flour, baking powder, salt and milk.
Characters who want something above all else and are thwarted in their goals.
The recipes aren’t so far apart.
Sure, I like roulades and I like tiramisu. I might even like sea salt and cumin ice cream. But yesterday I craved a basic yellow cake.
And getting back to the basics never tasted so good.
Care to share any over-the-top flavor combinations (or fiction couplings?) you’ve sampled (or turned down) lately?