“Picky, picky, picky!” I always hear the voice of the magician from the animated movie, “Frosty the Snowman” when I think those words. It also describes my six year old at the dinner table. For whatever reason, breakfast and lunch fly by with minimal drama, but at dinner the little negotiator searches for a way to eat as little as possible and still get dessert.
Due to a tight budget and time constraints, at least one meal a week is soup of some sort. My boyfriend is dubbed, “Soup king”, because he makes awesome soups. Yesterday proved that two cooks is sometimes one cook too many. He forgot I’d already seasoned the soup and the result of our clashing seasonings was, while not a failure, not exactly stellar either. So, soup was served all around and while big brother and sister are asking what’s in the soup, and do they have to eat it, little miss picky has polished off half a bowl. She finished before her bottomless pit brother. Go figure.
When writing, we authors often get caught up with trying to appeal to certain audiences. Sometimes we obsess to the point that it strangles the story. Much like the dinner table drama, individual tastes vary. Don’t let others spoil the “flavor” of your story by pushing you to season it with whatever is the latest, greatest, best-selling idea. Trust your creative muse and write the story you wish to tell!