Don’t tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass. ~ Anton Chekhov
Writing, for me, in its essence is about evoking emotion in the reader. A good story will get us to feel, it will tag on our heartstrings. Whether it makes us angry, happy, upset, or if we hurl the book half-way across the room in frustration.
The emotion doesn’t matter, as long as we feel. And we can’t feel unless we are immersed in the story. We need a world as alive and colourful as our own, characters as close to us as family and friends, strife as close and important as the ones we face on our own.
We can’t do that unless we watch the sun cast highlights in the love – interest’s hair, if we don’t catch that twitch of anger in the protagonist when he’s faced with his enemy. We can’t, unless we hear our favourite character hum, when he’s cooking his way too spicy mac-n-cheese.
We need to see the world, to breathe the world. We need to feel along with the protagonist. We read stories because we want to be immersed, because we want to be transported.
Stories are made of emotions.
And the only way we feel emotions in a story, is if we see them.
We want the butterflies in the stomach, the blurry eyes from tears, the shudders of pleasure, the restlessness of excitement.
We need the emotions to fall in love with the story.
We need to see.
Or else, why read at all?