writing 3.0 – “show, don’t tell”


“Every good writer has been told – Show, don’t tell.  And every bad writer needs to be told again.” – a guy named Eddie

There are a million people looking for writing advice and another million ready to provide it.  However, just because someone offers something doesn’t mean that the something is worth taking.  Just ask the man in the trench coat.  If the most common piece of writer’s advice is Show, don’t tell, then why do those three words need to be repeated so often?  Either those offering or those receiving, or both, don’t really understand what it means.

Warning: if any of the following writing samples seem like something you may have written, then either this is purely a coincidence or you purely need to pay attention.

1. “You have the wrong house,” she said angrily.

2. “You have the wrong house,” she said shyly.

3. “You have the wrong house,” she said teasingly.

4. “You have the wrong house,” she said happily.

You might have a good grasp of what’s happening here, or you might be an idiot.  Either way, these are all good/bad examples of telling instead of showing.  It is the same line of dialogue each time, which is okay.  What’s not okay is the context – which doesn’t really exist.  The only difference is the one adverb at the end of each attribution.

What’s an attribution?  The “he said” or “she said” that usually accompanies dialogue and identifies the speaker.  The problem here is that each attribution is the same except for one adverb.  There’s nothing wrong with adverbs, except in sentences like the four above because there is nothing interesting about one adverb.  That’s why good writers try to avoid overusing them.  Notice I said “try.”

In each of those sentences, we are “told” how the woman feels: happy, angry, shy, teasy.  Horny.  Whatever.  Just follow along.  There are two problems.  First, when reading the dialogue – “You have the wrong address” – we have no idea what’s happening until after the spoken words are over.  It would be more interesting if we knew the context before the words came out.  Otherwise, there are no context clues.  Here is the same line of dialogue, four times, but with a little something added.

1. With a tight jaw and sharp eyes, she growled, “You have the wrong house.”

2. She showed one eye where the door was open only a few inches.  “You have the wrong house.”

3. She hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her cut-off jeans as she shifted her stance from one hip to the other.  “I think you have the wrong house.”

4. She removed his company cap, put it on her own head backwards, and shrugged.  “I think you have the wrong house.”


Readers aren’t stupid.  Most readers aren’t stupid.  You’re not stupid.  Right?  You don’t want to complete a puzzle with sequentially numbered pieces.  You don’t want a maze that has a map.  And you don’t want to be told what is happening.  You want to see it for yourself.  You want to feel it, experience it, uncover it, and be there as it is revealed in front of your eyes.

You don’t want to be told that a woman was scared to death when a carjacker knocked her into the backseat and drove her car away.  You want to see her white-knuckle grip on the door handle as she weighs opening the door and rolling out as he slows to 40 mph around a turn versus finding out what the man has in mind when he eventually stops the car in a desolate, wooded area.

Let’s look back at the woman who answered the door.  Not the angry one.  The tease.  If I want to tell you more about her, I might mention her having “ruby red lips” or “lips painted crimson.”  Sound good?  No – it doesn’t.  It sucks.  What good is it to tell you a color when I can show you a color?  Names of colors are meaningless, except on crayons.  What matters are things that actually are those colors.

Her lips held a shine as if she had just kissed blood.


Now we’re getting somewhere.  I want to know more about this woman.  Instead of telling you she has red lips, I’m showing you not just a thing that is red but a thing that holds a lot of mystery and feeling.  Blood.  Yeah, she bad.  Blood is bad.  There’s never a good reason to see blood, unless you’re on a table making a donation to the Red Cross.  This chick is bad.  How bad?  We don’t really know yet, but I would love to find out.  If we’re lucky, maybe she will “show” us just how bad she is.  Like that time I was in the parking lot of a bar in Philly and I – well – nevermind.

Focus.  Focus.  Well, let’s think about it.  If your slutty neighbor is fooling around with the cable guy, would you prefer she tell you or show you?

You lying bastard.  You’d be in the chair right next to me.  Just don’t get too close.


30 thoughts on “writing 3.0 – “show, don’t tell”

  1. Thank you for this post. Many writers will tell instead of show in their writing and this example makes it clear why that is not a good idea, most of the time. 😉 There are always exceptions to the rule, but I like reading more when I can slide into the situation, or character like a snug voyeur as part of the journey.

    tips her imaginary hat with a smile

  2. With the fervor of a feral ox covered in boiling oil and a twisted Charlie Mansonesque gaze, she screeched, “YOU HAVE THE WRONG HOUSE!!!!” whilst simultaneously releasing the Bucksnare Home Security Guardian Octopus to do as it pleased…great ideas! keep up the good work!

  3. I came across your blog from ‘A Frank Angle’, and what a pleasure. I believe if I had had you as a teacher, I would be a great writer, though how much would I have listened in school? Either way, you have gained a new subscriber.

  4. Rich, great examples here and a great reminder of how it’s so much better to show instead of tell.


    She bent over her laptop and tapped out a comment. She leaned on her elbows, steepled her fingers together and sighed.

    “I wish I’d thought of this,” she said aloud and clicked on “Post Comment.”

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