Words on Writing #11

The Unknown Unknowns…

…and how to discover them

With any craft there are bound to be skills at which we totally suck. But if we know what they are, then it’s down to us to practice, practice, practice until we’re perfect. Or at least until we’ve mastered them.

But what about those skills we totally suck at but don’t know what they are? Maybe you continually miss-spell a certain group of words without an inkling that you do it. Blind to the error. Or maybe grammar is your curse? Whatever is yours, you can guarantee in everything you write, you’ll make that same mistake, time and again.

These days, thanks to word-processors with built in spell and grammar checks these two examples seldom cause a serious stumble.

But what about story structure?

Or character arc?

Or pacing?

A satisfying ending?

An initial hook?

How do you learn to improve if you’re oblivious to the need?

I was once ignorant of all five of these requirements. A panzer (I didn’t know the word back then), I knitted my stories.

Ah-ha, I’d go, I’ve a brilliant idea for a story! And immediately I was writing it. But I’d no idea where the story was going, how it was going to end, and whether or not the protagonist would grow. Just write, write, write, write and… it’s amazing I actually finished some of those stories. But I did. And I submitted them. And I often got handwritten replies. That was way-way-way back in the ancient days.

None of those replies suggested I might try working on structure, or endings, or character arcs. Therefore, I remained oblivious to the need. They were my Unknown Unknowns, and not knowing them, I made no attempt to improve them.

When the gods intervene

Born with a Gemini sun in my 3rd house, where Gemini’s ruler, Mercury, also sits, might explain my drive to write. I’m not sure it explains what happened to set me on the road to improvement. But perhaps it does. Gemini and Mercury, all about words and thoughts.

I contracted a virus. A wily virus that, having given me meningitis then wheedled its way through the blood-brain barrier to give me encephalitis. Which wrecked my head. It particularly hit language ‘comprehension’. It’s difficult to explain, but while I knew what a cat was, and a mat, and what sitting was, I couldn’t parse that well-known phrase The Cat Sat On The Mat. That phrase was meaningless to me.

The plastic brain

I recovered. And I regained my language skills – mainly by doing crosswords. That was good, because I had a novel sitting on an agent’s desk at the time, and while the agent liked the story, it needed work done to it before she’d accept it.

At this point I figured if I had to recover my language skills, I might as well brush up my fiction writing skills as well.

That’s when I started buying craft books. How to write… how to plot… how to… how to… and over the next few years my Unknowns became my Knowns. And being Known I set about improving them.

Fast forward a decade or so

I’ve stopped buying craft books. Now I watch YouTube videos on ‘How to Improve…’ I watch them while I’m editing. As reminders. Always with my current wip open to check if I’m doing it right, or how I can improve it.

My favourite YouTuber is the writer Carl Duncan. His videos are seldom more than 10 mins long. And there’s nothing arch about him, as there is with some of the other YouTubers. Plus his voice doesn’t grate.

I have to acknowledge Carl’s influence since it was in one of his videos that I encountered the phrase Known Unknowns and Unknown Unknowns. (Thank you, Carl)

And thank you for reading this.

Please drop me a comment, it’ll encourage me to write more of these Words On Writing posts (totally unplotted, I’ve no idea where these posts are going!)

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Sunday Picture Post: A Sunny Start

Despite the Met Office forecast of an overcast day, 4th March 2026 starts with  bright sunshine in a cloudless sky. But how long will that blueness stay with us? Put on your hikers, let’s find out. We’re walking from Great Yarmouth, along the south bank of Breydon Water to Burgh Castle, where we’ll stop for lunch. Let’s go. And enjoy…

4th March 2026

🔼 When I first ventured along Breydon bank (1983), ancient decaying boathouses lined the river where she emerges from Breydon Water. It was great fun, clambering up and down the rickety walkways. Alas, I have no photos of it. Now all that is gone and we have clean and sharp modern buildings 🔽 That same year Breydon Bridge was built. Beyond it is Breydon Water

4th March 2026

4th March 2026

🔼 With the tide incoming the birds gather in their numbers on the exposed mud bank. A shame it’s too distant for my zoom to get a clean focus 🔽 A sturdy metal and concrete dolphin was built to assist in building the bridge. I’ve not seen it used since, but it provides an interesting subject for my camera

4th March 2026

🔽 A pair of widgeon… because the breeding season is now underway

4th March 2026

🔽 Beside Breydon, the top end of Cobholm Common is a copse. Back of that copse is a rather damp area!

4th March 2026

4th March 2026

🔼 The copse in a froth of white Spring blossoms, a mix of cherry-plums and black-thorn (sloes) 🔽

4th March 2026

4th March 2026

🔼 While exploring the blossoms the mist rises up and blots the sun; not unusual when the day starts warm and there’s water and marshy soil all around 🔽 And what’s this? We enjoy this walk for the lack of traffic, now suddenly… but we have seen the advance warning signs, and the driver is friendly, and it is a chore that needs doing

4th March 2026

4th March 2026

🔼 That mist lies thick over the water, swallowing the far bank and the navigation poles 🔽 We slither down the freshly cut bank and join one of the many tracks across the grazing marsh to bring us to the pump house (C20th windmill replacement, used for draining those marshes)

4th March 2026

4th March 2026

🔼 Emerged into the village, my camera noses into the small fields to the marsh-side of the road 🔽 Since we’re too early for the pub, we scoot down to where the Breydon path (Angles Way) snuggle up to the ‘cliff’ beneath of the Roman ruins at Burgh Castle where all is frothed in white!

4th March 2026

Hope you enjoyed our walk. Pub’s open. Time to eat!

More photos from the walk on Tuesday

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I’m Sad For Sally

Image via Pixabay

I told Sally no
I didn’t want to go
But Sally persisted
For five mins I resisted
Then on the dancefloor
I met my Perfect Partner
While she sat alone
Full of gloom
Like an overripe gooseberry
Or a fae-plucked cherry

41 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Gooseberry

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Crimson’s Creative Challenge #078

STOP PRESS: My sincerest apologies for posting this a day late. Had I been home yesterday I would have noticed it before it was too late, but I was out with the camera. I hope it hasn’t put any eager writer off!


Every Wednesday I’ll post FOUR photos (if you want to get a head start you’ll find them marked in that week’s Sunday Picture Post and Tuesday Treats). Lots of choice!

And here they are:

You respond with something CREATIVE. Perhaps an  answering photo, or micro-fiction, or a poem, or just a caption

As before, there are only two criteria:

!!!!! Your creative offering is indeed yours !!!!!

!!!!! Your writing is kept to 150 words or less !!!!!

If you post a link in the comments section of this post I’ll be able to find it.

Here’s wishing you inspirational explosions. And FUN

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CCC078: Exposed to Life’s Merciless Sway

She was sure she’d be safe
From life’s evil strafe
How could she not be
Resilient as a forest tree
With roots that dug deep
Her balance she’d keep
Strong and tall
She’d never fall
Let the world do its worst
She’d not be coerced
But along came the rain
Again and again
And drip by drip
Loosening the grip
Washing her foundation away
Exposed to life’s merciless sway

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Tuesday Treats: Wood and Water

A closer look at our walk on 23rd February 2026. Enjoy

23rd February 2026

🔼 Elder leaves, amongst the earliest arrivals 🔽 beech roots after serious soil erosion

23rd February 2026

23rd February 2026

🔼 Snowdrops. I could fill pages with the photos I took of snowdrops but I’m exercising restraint! 🔽 Alexanders, one of the earliest wayside flowers. I’ve a feeling that little ladybird is thanking the Romans for this worthy importation

23rd February 2026

23rd February 2026

🔼 Many of these blackthorn flowers are over now and the leaves are budding 🔽 honeysuckle leaves are usually the first on the scene

23rd February 2026

23rd February 2026

🔼 Scots Pine, originally planted but now self-seeding. Their roots bind the soil and stops the erosion 🔽 Gorse, native, lover of dry sandy soils

23rd February 2026

23rd February 2026

🔼 Reedmace, formerly called bulrush in UK. Their season is over, now their seed-packed heads are flaking into fluffy down – just in time for the birds to use as nest liners 🔽 Ubiquitous Mr Mallard caught when he wasn’t looking!

23rd February 2026

23rd February 2026

🔼 With so much rain it’s not surprising to find these brackets swollen and freshly coloured 🔽

23rd February 2026

That’s all for now. Hope you enjoyed. Don’t miss next week’s misty walk!

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Words On Writing #10

Show Don’t Tell

This writing advice has become a modern mantra for fiction writers. But before I say more, let’s clarify:

Showing is usually used for

  • sensory details (hearing, seeing, tasting, smelling, balance & temperature)
  • action (kissing, killing, kicking)
  • dialogue (“Bang-bang, you’re dead.” “Clank-clank, I’m a tank.”)

Telling is usually used for

  • exposition (world building)
  • backstory (what happened to Henry that might explain what Henry’s doing now)
  • naming emotions (Henry was happy when his cat came back)
  • naming traits (Henry was easily riled)
  • descriptions (Henry was a tall but frail fellow)

But not all writers accept the show don’t tell mantra

Hello, Future Me on YouTube calls it “the ungodly hammer with which new writers are bludgeoned.”

Writer Brandon McNulty calls it “a big bad lie.”

Writer Brandon Sanderson has called it “some of the worst advice he’s heard.”

Furthermore, the top pro-writers don’t stick to that mantra. In a survey of top selling books, it was found that over 60% of a chapter is ‘straight telling’.

What’s wrong with show don’t tell?

For a start, in following this mantra the writer produces prose that’s less immersive, not more. Which isn’t what the writer nor the reader wants. And it plays real havoc with pacing.

Why and how? Because to show requires a lot more words. And more words mean slower reading. There are places where it fits, but there are many more places where it doesn’t.

Moreover, to skip over or to omit the set-up for a scene (telling) and jump straight to the action and dialogue (showing)) is a fine way to leave the reader confused. Do movies do this? No. First there’s an establishing shot. Because the reader needs to know where the scene is and who’s here, and how much time has passed. Stuff like that. Otherwise… as I’ve discovered from my alpha and beta readers… the result is bewilderment.

In short, too much showing trammels the reader in excess verbiage.

Where is showing justified?

Beyond the obvious of relevant plot or character action and dialogue, mainly in showing emotions. Especially those that help develop the reader’s empathy for the character. To get the reader inside the character’s skin. All those moments of interiority (the industry’s buzzword of the day), with the character weighing a situation, reflecting… or even just daydreaming

A deep breath of contentment, a closing of eyes, and off to a world where she’d rather be. Where she’s riding a horse despite she’s never seen one. Ahead, a thorn-hedged isle where she’ll deal for rich fabrics and pots of gleaming copper. A grin spreads over her lips.” Excerpt from Saramequai

But to show how it feels to be happy, in 99% of cases, is unnecessary. We know how it feels. Yet there might be a particular circumstance where the protagonist doesn’t know how it feels or hasn’t felt it for a very long time. Then it’s justified to show it, probably by using stream of consciousness.

Why has telling been demonised?

And why has this advice become a mantra when it doesn’t help the new writer, nor any author who’s trying to improve their craft and chances of publication?

I think the answer is because of movies and TV. These primarily are visual media where it’s all show with very little telling.

The majority of plots are now structured according to the movie industry. Save the Cat and all that. Joseph Campbell’s Hero of a Thousand Faces and his later work, The Hero’s Journey, has been held up as the originator of that. Yet Campbell’s work refers to myths, not to modern movies, and certainly not to modern works of fiction.

It seems everyone wants a template. No, let me rephrase that. It seems everyone wants to sell a template that we all can use. One size fits all.

Thankfully, there are some who won’t conform.

Strangely (or not) they’re the ones who are most successful.

I’ll leave you with that thought, for that’s all I’ve to say this week.

Thank you for reading. All comments gratefully received.

 

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Sunday Picture Post: Wood and Water

23rd February 2026, and after weeks of heavy rain and dismal skies we’re looking for somewhere that’s likely to be dry underfoot. So this week we’re keeping it local. A short bus ride to outskirts of town from where we’ll be stepping over the county border. Woods, flowers 🤞 and water are on the agenda. Please join us

23rd February 2026

A belt of trees hug close to a commercial estate on the edge of town. 🔼Here amongst the younsters are older trees 🔽 and carpets of snowdrops in their season

23rd February 2026

23rd February 2026

🔼 Beyond the trees the fields begin. The sky doesn’t promise a bright day, but neither is it raining 🔽 At last the white blossoms are brightening the hedges (flowers before leaves = blackthorn)

23rd February 2026

23rd February 2026

A short stretch of road-walking lies ahead as we cross the border, though it’s never busy 🔼 but first, here be those puddles! 🔽 Beyond the hedge we can see the sky reflected in the puddles that linger in the tractor’s tracks. All that rain is helping those cereal plants to grow

23rd February 2026

23rd February 2026

Lound Lakes comes in two parts 🔼 The first, anciently cut into a steep hillside, is used as a water reservoir by the local water company 🔽 The second, a former decoy and duck-hunter’s delight, is now a nature reserve

23rd February 2026

23rd February 2026

Flowers! 🔼 Leaves before flowers = cherry-plums 🔽 Gorse flowers autumn through to late spring as if to brighten those dismal days we’ve been having!

23rd February 2026

23rd February 2026

Lound Lake #2. What needs saying? 🔼 You know I love reeds. 🔽Come the summer I’ll stand on this bridge and focus on dragonflies. For now, yes there are ducks and other water fowl, but none within an easy sight

23rd February 2026

That’s all for now, folks. Hope you enjoyed the walk. We’ve still a mile or two to go where a pub lunch awaits. Till next week…and don’t forget Tuesday Treats

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He Ain’t No Fun

Original image: Jim Cooper on Pixabay. Altered image: CK

You are not old
But neither bold
You aren’t tall
And you can’t be told
Short and young
But, sorry, fella, you ain’t no fun


25 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Young

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CCC077: Major Marjoram

Major Marjoram stood at his farmyard gate
Legs wide in a strong farmer’s gait
Arms folded over his satisfied chest
And beamed as he’d done muchly of late
Much too muchly
He changed his beam to a scowl
Fast before the wind could howl
A beam might encourage the sun
The sun wouldn’t help the mud to run
The sun would encourage the mud to dry
Then he’d have every camera-toting hiker passing by

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