I am a relational person — sometimes too much. I often am far too concerned with what other people think of me, because I want to keep healthy relationships, but a lack of understanding on how those worked left me lonely throughout adolescence.
But when it comes to reading, hearing, or watching stories, I crave relationships between the characters… or between a character and the past… or between a character and the environment. Something that puts their heart into the forefront.
It’s part of the reason I struggle with some popular authors who write thrillers. If I don’t care about their characters, the story isn’t as intense for me.
But in real life, that’s what I want to know, too. The personal stories about your relationships with your friends, your family, your loved ones. I want to know about your relationship with your dad. I want to know how you realized you and your best friend would get along when you first started to get to know each other. I want to know what you have in common with your siblings.
(Oddly, I’m much more reticent to talk about my stories. I’ll talk all day if you let me, and about a lot of things. But I’m not comfortable telling you about some of my stories, even while craving yours.)
If I share my stories with you — my personal ones, not the ones I write — it’s really a sign that I hope to have stories that you’re in.