Donโt say it wasย โdelightfulโ; make us sayย โdelightfulโ when weโve read the description. โC.S. Lewis
I found this great piece of writing advice from C.S. Lewis on twitter today.(courtesy ofย @thatboycanteach)
I know the phraseย โshow donโt tellโ confuses a lot of people who are new to critiquing/workshops, because allย writing is tellingโฆ isnโt it?ย
But this is exactly what writers are talking about when they use that phrase.ย
This is also why, when critiquing your work, writers might tell you to remove adjectives and adverbs, or why you might hear that those two types of words areย โbad writing.โ Itโs not that youโre never allowed to use an adjective or an adverb, but thatโlike Lewis saysโitโs much more preferable toย be terrified, than to be toldย something is terrifying.ย
Whenever you tell your reader what the characters in a story are experiencing, instead of letting your reader have an experience alongside your characters, you miss an opportunity to invite your reader into the story. If you miss too many, eventually your reader will stop waiting for their invitation and simply leave.ย
This I think is what people mean when they describe the difference between โshowingโ and โtellingโ. C. S. Lewis presents two notable examples of how a writer can โshowโ something vs just โtellingโ us something.
Borrowing the two adjectives he uses (Delightful and Horrifying)
Sandra was giddy with joy to the point that she practically skipped with every step. The evening with Brandon was one that she felt could have only happened in her wildest dreams! They danced and sang and giggled the night away, enjoying soft, tender moments in between fits of guffawing laughter and meals so delicious that they defied description. She couldnโt wait to tell Odette everything, and more importantly, she couldnโt wait to see Brandon and his cute button nose again.
(This just screams delightful! Or at the least, it gives the impression that Sandra had a very delightful night with Brandon and would like to have another with him)
(Now to try one for horrifying)
Peter could feel his heartbeat thunder in his ears as each erratic beat crashed and hammered against the inside of his chest. The air around him felt cold as ice and bit into his lips as he hobbled deeper and deeper into the woods. Anywhereโฆ He thought. Anywhere but here, anywhere has to be safer than here! His eyes were darting back and forth, watching the swaying trees and the weakening beam from his torch as the leaves rustled and branches swayed overhead. โI told themโฆโ Peter whispered as he grasped the metal crucifix hanging from his necklace. His grip was so tight that he felt every groove and etching bite deeply into the skin of his palm. โI told them not to take anything from the Arkham libraryโฆ b-but. But they didnโt listen. Dear God, save me, please.โ Peter pleaded as tears rolled down his face. He froze as he heard a sound from behind him: a twig breaking, something thumping onto and scattering leaf litter, and a low, gasping rumble that blew hot, moist air over Peterโs entire body. โOh god NO!!!โ Peter screamed as he was thrown to the ground before silence filled the inky darkness of the forest.
Sure, โshowingโ does require more work and words, but they give a story a different texture and sensations when you read them.




















