Everyone dreams of being differentāsmarter, richer, happier. But for Yuri, after what he bitterly calls the Hellish Year, those desires weigh heavier than ever. Heās desperate to shake off his current life, eager to break free from himself, like a fucking larva emerging from its cocoon to spread its own wings.
As he turns twenty-seven, with his career hanging by a thread and his relationship falling apart, he stumbles upon an unexpected chance for a new beginning. The thing is, while heās quick to make tough decisions, dealing with their consequences is a whole different story.
Because, no matter how many versions of Otabek there are, they all deserve better than Yuri. Otabekās like a ray of sunshine, while Yuriās a storm cloud wrecking everything in sight. Itās high time Yuri fixes all the chaos heās caused.
I knew uploading Chaos Theory to Wattpad was probably a mistake, but I went ahead with it anyway, hoping against hope for some kind of miracle, I guess? Only my ex-beta reader bothered to read the first chapter, and I seriously doubt anyone else will come back to my works. I used to have a small group of followers who stuck with my stories for two years, but I noticed their interest wane when I started posting Mirrored Heart. Maybe it's because Otayuri isn't a popular ship in my little French corner of the YOI fandom, but stillā¦ It's disheartening to watch people lose interest in your writing. It really makes me wonder if all my efforts to improve my writing just ended up making it worse
Itās one of the first rules of creative writing youāll hear. It may be the rule you hear the most: āShow, donāt tell.ā
Today Iāll explain what that rule means, why itās in place, and then why following it too closely can actually harm rather than help your writing.
There are places in writing where telling is just frankly better, and even more powerful.
Whatās the Rule?
The Rule:
Show, donāt tell.
Why itās a Rule
Honestly, almost any beginning writer who is getting into writing needs to hear this advice, and probably several times. When I was in college, this was like scripture. I heard it every week, if not every day. This is because naturally, we are wired to ātellā a story rather than āshowā one. Telling is easier, and if we donāt know the difference, we just do whatās natural and easy.
But what is the difference? And why does it matter which you use?
Here is an examples of telling:
Emily was tired.
Here is how you would change that example into showing:
Yawning, Emily dragged her backpack on the way to her bedroom. Her eyes drooped shut with each step. She fell into her bed and her shoes blackened the covers. She rubbed her eyesāmascara gritted against her skināthen flung her arm over her face to block out the light.
In my second example, I donāt just tell the reader Emily is tired, I show them. There are a few reasons to do this. First, if I simply say āEmily was tired,ā as an audience, we donāt get a visual for what ātiredā is, how tired Emily is, or what kind of tired she feels. Itās vague and general. Is Emily a bored kind of tired? Or physically tired from running a mile? Or sleepy-tired? But when I show it, itās clear sheās sleepy-tired. How sleepy-tired? Tired enough that she canāt pick up and carry her backpack, so tired that her eyes droop shut and she doesnāt bother to take off her shoes before āfallingā into bed. She doesnāt even wash off her makeup or turn off the roomās light.
Thatās how tired.
Second, when you show instead of tell it immerses the reader into the story so that they feel like they are experiencing it instead of just reading about it. Itās like they are there in the house with Emily, or are Emily herself. One of the ways to do this well is to appeal to the senses: sight, sound, touch, smell, and taste. In my second example, I appealed to the senses of sight and touch. (In contrast, in my first example, I appealed to no senses.) Itās important to immerse the reader, so that they are experiencing the emotions in the story. If you ātellā them everything, youāre (almost) never putting the emotions in the reader, so the story wonāt be as powerful. When you āshowā the story to the reader, you are allowing them to interpret and come to their own conclusions, rather then you telling them what to think and believe. They become the character.
If telling still doesnāt seem that ābadā to you, look at what bland telling looks like sentence after sentence in this example:
They went to their friendās house to see some cats. They liked them a lot. When they got tired, they called their mom to pick them up, but their mom couldnāt come for two hours. It was cold out, so they went inside and got something warm to eat. Then they drew some pictures before watching t.v.
How much emotion do you feel from that? Do you feel like you are in the story? Does it have you on the edge of you seat? Probably not.
Most all beginning writers write stories this way, which is why learning to show, not tell, is preached just about everywhere. Telling is easy. Showing takes work.
But like any writing rule, if you treat this one like a commandment, it can actually hurt your writing and take the power out of your story.
Everyone dreams of being differentāsmarter, richer, happier. But for Yuri, after what he bitterly calls the Hellish Year, those desires weigh heavier than ever. Heās desperate to shake off his current life, eager to break free from himself, like a fucking larva emerging from its cocoon to spread its own wings.
As he turns twenty-seven, with his career hanging by a thread and his relationship falling apart, he stumbles upon an unexpected chance for a new beginning. The thing is, while heās quick to make tough decisions, dealing with their consequences is a whole different story.
Because, no matter how many versions of Otabek there are, they all deserve better than Yuri. Otabekās like a ray of sunshine, while Yuriās a storm cloud wrecking everything in sight. Itās high time Yuri fixes all the chaos heās caused.
I'm working on putting together the documents I need for court to legally change my gender markers on my ID and birth certificateā¦ Itās incredibly draining mentally, having to revisit past traumas as I recount the discrimination I've faced, and gathering proof that I exist as I am. Though, I changed my name and started hormonal therapy four years ago, so Iāve already put this off way too long š
Everyone dreams of being differentāsmarter, richer, happier. But for Yuri, after what he bitterly calls the Hellish Year, those desires weigh heavier than ever. Heās desperate to shake off his current life, eager to break free from himself, like a fucking larva emerging from its cocoon to spread its own wings.
As he turns twenty-seven, with his career hanging by a thread and his relationship falling apart, he stumbles upon an unexpected chance for a new beginning. The thing is, while heās quick to make tough decisions, dealing with their consequences is a whole different story.
Because, no matter how many versions of Otabek there are, they all deserve better than Yuri. Otabekās like a ray of sunshine, while Yuriās a storm cloud wrecking everything in sight. Itās high time Yuri fixes all the chaos heās caused.
i got rickrolled today but it didn't work because i have adblocker installed, so youtube just told me i violated the terms of service. yesterday i was trying to edit a picture as a joke for my girlfriend, and google made me check a box to prove i'm human because i wasn't "searching normally".
it isn't just that capitalism is killing fun and whimsy, it is that any element of entertainment or joy is being fed upon by this mosquito body, one that will suck you dry at any vulnerability.
do you want to meet new friends in your city? download this app, visit our website, sign up for our email list. pay for this class on making a terrarium, on candlemaking, on cooking. it will be 90 dollars a session. you can go to group fitness, but only under our specific gym membership. solve the puzzle, sign up for our puzzle-of-the-month-club. what is a club if not just a paid opportunity - you are all paying for the same thing, which makes you a community.
but you're like me, i know it - you're careful, you try the library meetings and the stuff at the local school and all of that. the problem is that you kind of want really specific opportunities that used to exist. you are so grateful for libraries and the publicly-funded things: they are, however, an exception - and everything they have, they've fought tooth-and-nail to protect. you read a headline about how in many other states, libraries have virtually nothing left.
do you want to meet up with your friends afterwards? gift your friends the discord app. you can choose to go to a cafe (buy a coffee, at least), a bar (money, alcohol) or you can all stay in and catch a movie (streaming) or you can all stay in bed (rent. don't get me started) and scream (noise complaint. ticket at least).
you want to read a new book, but the book has to have 124 buzzwords from tiktok readers that are, like, weirdly horny. you can purchase this audiobook on audible! your podcast isn't on spotify, it's on its own server, pay for a different site. fuck, at least you're supporting artists you like. the art museum just raised their ticket price. once, they had a temporary exhibit that acknowledged that ~85% of their permanent art galleries were from cis white men, and that they had thousands of works by women (even famous women, like frida! georgia o'keefe!) just rotting in their basement. that exhibit lasted for 3 months and then they put everything away again.
walmart proudly supports this strip of land by the street! here are some flowers with wilting leaves. its employees have to pay out-of-pocket for their uniforms. my friend once got fined by the city because she organized a community pick-up of the riverfront, which was technically private property.
no, you cannot afford to take that dance class, neither can i. by the way - i'm a teacher. i'm absolutely not saying "educators shouldn't be paid fairly." i'm saying that when i taught classes, renting a studio went from 20 bucks an hour to 180 in the span of 6 months. no significant changes to the studio were made, except they now list the place as updated and friendly. the heat still doesn't work in the building. i have literally never seen the landlord who ignores my emails. recently they've been renting it out at night as an "unusual nightclub; a once-in-a-lifetime close-knit party." they spent some of those 180 dollars on LEDs and called it renovating. the high heels they invite in have been ruining the marley.
do you want to experience the old internet? do you want to play flash games or get back the temporary joy of club penguin? you can, you just need to pay for it. i have a weird, neurodivergent obsession with occasionally checking in to watch the downfall and NFT-ification of neopets. if i'm honest with you all - i never got into webkins, my family didn't have the money to buy me a pointless elephant. people forget that "being poor" can mean literally "if i buy you that toy, i can't afford rent."
you and i don't have time to make good food, and we don't have the budget for it. we are not gonna be able to host dinner parties, we're not made of money, kid. do you want some kind of 3rd space? a space that isn't home or work or school? you could try being online, but - what places actually exist for you? tiktok counts as social media because you see other people on it, not because they actually talk to you.
there was a local winter tradition of sledding down the hill at my school. kids would use pizza boxes and jackets and whatever worked, howling and laughing. back in september, they made a big announcement that this time, rules were changing, and everyone must pay 10 dollars to participate. when im not scared shitless, i kind of appreciate the environmental irony - it hasn't gone below 40. so much for snow & joyriding.
i saw a bulletin for a local dogwalking group and, nervous about making a good first impression, showed up early. the first guy there grimaced at me. "sorry," he said. "there's a 30-dollar buy-in fee." i thought he was joking. wait. for what? the group doesn't offer anything except friendship and people with whom to walk around the city.
he didn't know the answer. just shrugged at me. "you know," he said. "these days, everything costs money."
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