Don’t Write The Obvious!
Stating the Obvious. Photograph by macca.bsch.au.com
Over the weekend, my wife and I attended a family function in Florida. As we drove down Interstate 95, my wife asked, so what did you do this morning? (I was out of bed several hours before her.)
I told her, among other things, that I’d had my morning coffee, and I did some slush reading for Every Day Fiction.
“How did that go? She asked.
“Not so well,” I said. “I read five stories and four of the five had the same story-line. I don’t know why authors seem to have so much trouble coming up with ideas that are new and interesting. The stories are filled with cliché situations and predictable subject matter.”
“Like what?” She asked. (I could tell she was going into literary mode.)
“Well today, the four similar stories were about lost love. And two of the four took place in a coffee shop. And three of the four were primarily the MC‘s thoughts with little or no action, Two of the four also involved a dream sequence. And all four ended with the same outcome; the MC is forlorn over their lost love.
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My wife raised her eyebrow; but didn’t say a word.
“I don’t get it!” I rambled on. “With so much to write about in this world, why do people keep writing about the same thing over and over.”
“Like what?” She stretched her bare feet out on the dashboard.
I thought quietly for a moment. “These are probably the top four repetitious stories that come through Every Day Fiction: lost love, a confession (to a counselor or psychiatrist), an alien invasion, or a story that ends up being a dream.”
“Maybe you should write an article on this for NovelNook?”
“And say what? Quit writing these stories. They’re old and repetitious, and boring!”
“People will never stop writing about subjects that appeal to their heart. Obviously, those subjects are very appealing. That’s why they’re in the minds of writers. Maybe you should write about the concept of approaching these subjects from a new angle? Keep the subject but remove the clichés. Wouldn’t you find that more appealing?”
“That’s interesting thought. What did you have in mind, oh wifey pooh, master of my mind?”
“This conversation reminds me of the story, “La lluvia y los hongos“, by Mario Benedetti. Do you remember that one? I read it to you once.”
“Wasn’t that, The Rain brings the Mushrooms?”
“Do you remember the story?”
“Refresh me please.”
“It’s a short story, and it incorporates two of your clichés; but the story is told in a very different way. So different, that you probably wouldn’t even realize that the subject is cliché.
The story starts with a man talking to a one-night-stand about his friends. He’s just picked her up from a bar. Benedetti never comes right out and says it. But it’s intimated that they just had sex and are now having conversation in the bed afterwards. As the story unfolds, it sounds like he’s in a therapy session, like he’s confessing. In fact, if you found out at the end that he was with a psychiatrist, it wouldn’t surprise you at all. But that would be that ho-hum storyline you’re talking about.
So his monologue leads to one friend in particular, a woman, a woman he stole from another friend of his, and the woman became his lover. He talks about all the quirks this woman had that made her different, made her special. He tells how she wasn’t very elegant, or very book-smart, or the most beautiful, but she had a way about her, a way that commanded attention. People were drawn to her. She was everything that he wasn’t, and he loved that about her.
So, they became lovers. And after things became intimate, it began to unravel for him. All the perfection he had loved about her as a friend, he hated about her as a lover. He felt that she didn’t appreciate him, or need him. It made him feel like less of a man to be with her because she required very little from him and gave very little back.
In the final paragraphs of the story, the man confesses the rage that grew within him and his growing obsession with her perfection. He felt a need to put her in her place and when he just couldn’t stand it anymore, he killed her.
What’s really shocking in the end is that the woman who is currently with him (the one-night-stand) doesn’t even react to this news. And the man seems even less concerned that he just shared that he is a murderer with a total stranger.
“Wow,” I said. “Great story. And you’re right! This is exactly what I’m talking about.”
The theme of lost love, and a confession, told in a unique way.
Outside the Box Doesn’t Take that Long!
My wife, and I, brainstormed as we drove down Interstate 95 in Florida. In less than five minutes, we came up with several interesting ideas.
For some reason, the lost love theme often occurs in a coffee shop.
We decided for our story with a new thought process, everything would stay the same: the coffee shop, the forlorn memories, etc. But in the end, the MC would toss their payment on the table and leave with the thought, I’m glad that bitch is gone.
Our thought process lead us to an alternative outcome.
Then we talked about the confession story. In the slush pile this ALMOST ALWAYS occurs in an office of a therapist. So, what if the confession is the same but the listener is different; just like Benedetti’s story.
Alternative ideas, the MC confesses a murder to a: child? a dog? the wife of a friend? the pest control guy?
How would these alternatives affect the story? This is what my wife and I thought…
- a child would react with innocence
- a dog would not react, it wouldn’t care
- the wife of a friend would react with shock or fear
- the pest control guy might enjoy it, breaking up the monotony of his day
Just a little thought took our story to a completely different place.
All of us here at NovelNook.com hope that you’ll spend just a little extra time thinking about your next story. Reach deep down and search for a new angle for your story; one that will make it rise above the crowd; just like The Rain and the Mushrooms!
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All my best on a beautiful day in South Carolina.