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December 15, 2009 / theoldsilly

Professor Old Silly’s Tutorial Tuesday – Data Dumping

Professor Old Silly

Welcome back to Bloggyversity, English Comp Class 10001.3b, “Writing With Power in Fiction.” Please, now, take your seat and settle down, class – we are as usual on a tight schedule with some very important material to cover. Turn off your ipods, cell phones, black and/or raspberries, stop with the twittering, get your faces out of Facebook, adjust your monitors, straighten your undies, have a seat and pay close attention. I’ll not put up with any of your typical roughhousing and hoodlum-like behavior today.

Okay – that’s much better. Today I’d like to discuss a very important element in writing good prose, good fiction. A common propensity among novice writers is to perform what I call a “data dump” when wanting to inform the reader of setting, location, time and date, character appearances, dress, emotional makeup, and the like. Oftentimes it gets to the point of being stifling, taking the reader out of the forward motion of the story, which stops dead while the dump takes place. Here is an example of a scene loaded with data dump.


December fifteenth, Detroit, six o’clock in the evening. The day was bitter cold. The sun was setting in the clouded sky, filled with seagulls, squawking and vying for tidbits as John stood next to the Detroit River throwing scraps of bread in the air. He had on a corduroy jacket, black slacks and pair of running shoes. He loved to jog, and did so almost daily. John, at twenty-five years of age, was well over six feet tall, slim but muscular, had a bronze complexion and deep blue eyes with thick, coal black hair. He worked at the casino and was glad to be finally done for the day. It was Friday night, and time to party soon. His life was so boring during the week, but his friends were taking him out for his birthday celebration tonight, so he was smiling with anticipation. His wife of three years had just divorced him a month ago, and he needed some R & R. It had been difficult for him to get over his loss. He had caught her red handed in an affair. The memories of that event, and the caustic, castigating divorce proceedings, were painfully vivid in his tortured head. Lately he had been so sullen and depressed his friends had insisted he put that behind him for at least this night and go out for a good time.

His smile had all but disappeared, thinking thoughts off loss and better days. Suddenly his best friend, Albert, a five foot six, thirty-year old, not very well educated but still smart, chunky two hundred pound, pale skinned fellow with thinning hair and squinty gray eyes, dressed in a sheepskin coat, wool pants and ear muffs, walked up from behind and said, “Hey, bro – you ready to get your party animal on?”


Now, as the reader, we are certainly well informed. We know the day, time, location, all that, we know exactly what John and Albert look like, what they are wearing, and also have some background information on John, with some insight into his emotional state. The problem is, this type of writing is somewhat pedestrian, lacking in immediacy and intimacy, with very little motion in the story.

How much story has happened in those two paragraphs? Almost zilch. John stands by the river, reflecting and feeding the seagulls, and his friend walks up to greet him. That’s it. In addition, the majority of the information is delivered through omniscient POV, rather than the more intimate and immediate third or first person POV’s, so the effect is quite dry. Now let’s look at this following rewrite. I will use third person POV, and give you most of the same information as above, but I will give it to you as the story line moves along.


Dang, it’s cold, John thought, as he adjusted the collar of his jacket up tight around his neck. He pulled another wad of bread off the loaf he held and flung it into the air. He smiled as he watched seagulls squawk and fight for food bits above the Detroit River. He smiled wider as he thought about tonight. Going to be fun. And god knows I need a break. After what I’ve been through, the divorce and all. He looked down at his well-worn running shoes. Didn’t even feel like jogging today. So not like me.

The Hart Plaza clock bell struck six times. John tossed a chunk of bread at the birds and braced against another frosty gust of wind. Sun’s almost gone, he noticed, as he turned around to see a sliver of faded golden rays peeking through a thin, lateral opening between the thick blanket of clouds and the city’s skyline. His chin fell to his chest with a weighted sigh. Marcia, Marcia … how could you have done that? What did that guy have I didn’t? What we had, the love, the marriage, the plans for a family, it was so real, so …

John felt a tap on his shoulder.

“Hey, bro … ready to get your party animal on?” Albert said as John spun around.

“God, man, you scared the crap out of me,” John said, then chuckled and regarded his best friend. “Sweet coat. New?”

“Mind if I throw some bread at the birds?” Albert said, and proceeded to do so. “Yeah, just got it a couple weeks ago, winter comin’ and all. Man – those gulls get nasty with each other, eh?” Albert squinted at John and sighed. Hey, dude, I can see it in your face. Your normally bright blue, woman-slayer eyes are like, glazed over and dull, man. You need a couple strong ones. You been like, I dunno, some kind of Dr. Doom here lately.”

John shrugged and shivered, kicked at the pavement, his eyes downcast, his mood as gloomy as his friend’s prying eyes were gray.

Albert flung another chunk of bread skyward. “So – you’re off at the casino for the weekend, right? No work ‘til Monday?”

“Right.” John looked at Albert’s pale, but cheery round face, then noticed his head. “Albert – as freezing as it is, and with as little hair as you’ve got left, don’t you think a nice warm hat would be better than those pathetic little earmuffs?”

“Well, least I got me a warm sheepskin coat, not some flimsy corduroy jacket. Just cuz you got a full head o’ black hair don’t mean you shouldn’t have no hat on, neither, pal.” Albert gave John a playful punch in the ribs. They both laughed and started walking after Albert pointed and said, “C’mon – car’s over this way. Time to tie one on – all the gang’s waitin’ over at the Shamrock. Can’t let the birthday boy go home alone tonight.”

As they neared the vehicle, Albert stopped them both, wrinkled his forehead and said, “So what’s it now, huh? Quarter of a century?”

“Yes, I’m getting old. But I’ll always be a half a decade younger than you …” John made a wide-eyed expression for emphasis and poked Albert in the chest, “… old man.” He could see a pang of jealousy flash across his friend’s face as Albert looked him over, obviously searching for a good come back. He envies my flat tummy and svelte frame. I envy him his happy-go-lucky attitude. Much rather be overweight and carefree than thin and tortured inside.

Albert looked up into John’s eyes and said, “Yeah, you may always be younger than me, but I ain’t never gonna be over six feet tall, neither.” They laughed together at the reverse meaning irony of Albert’s statement as they got in the car.


Did I get all the information in the second passage as in the first? Not quite, but pretty darn close. In fact, if this were a real manuscript I would have left out even more. Save it for later, give bits and pieces as the story unfolds, and let the reader’s imagination fill in the blanks. It makes for a more engaging, interesting read, all the details coming within the forward motion of the story. Much better than being told all there is to know in one great big data dump, hmm?

All right, class, I’ll dismiss blog now. I must commend you on your exceptionally good behavior … not one paper plane or spitball thrown! So, as usual, leave your comments on my desk, and, oh – I almost forgot, class … class?


I just don’t know how to hold their attention anymore, sigh. No wonder they were so quiet. Excuse me – Mrs. Flanders? Yes, Old Silly here, might I join you in the teacher’s lounge? For tea? I’d like to quiz you, if you don’t mind, on how you keep your class attendance up so well.


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  1. yvonne lewis / Dec 15 2009 5:23 am

    Sorry I missed last week….. went away for a few days,however this lesson was very interesting
    do we get a break for the Christmas period at Bloggerversity?


  2. Elizabeth Spann Craig / Dec 15 2009 6:39 am

    Well done! I’ve tweeted…

    Mystery Writing is Murder

  3. Jane Kennedy Sutton / Dec 15 2009 7:56 am

    Good lesson today. There’s a huge readability difference between the first and second example.

  4. L. Diane Wolfe / Dec 15 2009 8:00 am

    I always stay to the end of the class, Marvin!

    • theoldsilly / Dec 15 2009 2:57 pm

      Appreciate it, young lady, in fact, you can move to the HEAD of the class! 😉

  5. Barbra Kelser / Dec 15 2009 10:12 am

    No, no, Old Silly – the calss was great, really – just hadda skip out right away and go Christmas shopping, that’s all! 😉

    Loved the examples – the 2nd one is MUCH more readable and interesting.

  6. Marcus Franks / Dec 15 2009 10:13 am

    NOW I know why some books are more interesting than others. Love these classes, even though I’m not a writer.

  7. Stanley Berber / Dec 15 2009 10:19 am

    You know what else I like? In the second example? When John asks Albert if he has a new coat, Albert doesn’t answer him right away, he asks if he can feed the birds first. That’s realistic dialog – people don’t always respond immediately like robots.

    Good class today, Old Silly.

    • theoldsilly / Dec 15 2009 10:21 am

      Stan – you caught that – good eye, dude, and thanks. 🙂

  8. John Standish / Dec 15 2009 10:30 am

    You’re right – the first scene seems dry and sterile, while the second rewrite is much more intimate – I felt actually “in” the scene with them. Good examples.

  9. unwriter1 / Dec 15 2009 10:42 am

    The second was more readable but I agree that it would be better scattered throughout the book.

  10. Karen Walker / Dec 15 2009 10:51 am

    I am learning a great deal about fiction-writing from these tutorials. Thank you so very much.

  11. Terri / Dec 15 2009 10:59 am

    Old Silly???? Old Silly???? Where’d ya go???? I need more imput!!!

    I am struggling with this ms … this class helped me soooooo much. I have been down and out not being able to figure out exactly how to correct this mess!!!

    I need more learnin!

    What a great class, little short but great!!!

    Oh, I don’t know how to tweet or I would!!! hahaha

    • theoldsilly / Dec 15 2009 2:58 pm

      You call that a SHORT class!? Wow – I need more students like you, Terri!

      • Terri / Dec 15 2009 4:29 pm

        I need so much learning!!!

  12. quirkyloon / Dec 15 2009 11:35 am


    We’re taking dumps today on your blog?

    Did you bring enough toilet paper?

    I’ve got lots to contribute!

    • theoldsilly / Dec 15 2009 2:59 pm

      Erm, Quirky Dear, the Ladies is just outside and down the hall, okay? 😉

  13. Mason Canyon / Dec 15 2009 1:22 pm

    My first class and I stay until the end. Like the second version much better.

    • theoldsilly / Dec 15 2009 3:00 pm

      Welcome, Mason! Glad you liked our little class, and please come back often!

  14. Elspeth Antonelli / Dec 15 2009 3:19 pm

    Wonderful class, Old Silly! I’ve brought an apple for the teacher. Data dumps demonstrate disaster! (IMHO)


  15. Helen Ginger / Dec 15 2009 4:09 pm

    Very good tutorial. And we did not skip out on the lesson. We were just very quiet – in awe of your lesson.

    Straight From Hel

  16. Carolyn Howard-Johnson / Dec 15 2009 4:39 pm

    You want us to do what??? Write??? I retweeted the absurdity of it all. (-:

    Carolyn Howard-Johnson
    Blogging tips for writers at Writer’s Digest 101 Best Websites pick

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