There is a saying, a guideline, almost a mantra, associated with the submission pages of some, perhaps elitist, literary magazines that is beginning to annoy. Annoy me, anyway. 'Show, don't tell'.
The editors who give this advice, this instruction, must have learned the art of creative story telling at Creative Literature Courses as the mantra 'Show, don't tell' flies in the face of a relater of tales and anecdotes - a storyteller. Note: not a story shower. A good story is a good story, whether it is found in 'Peoples Friend' or 'Granta'.
Now, I am not saying to 'show' is wrong and to 'tell' is right. What I am suggesting is that there is no wrong method to writing a story, and to 'tell' a story should not be considered a literary no-no. The spectrum of story-telling, again 'story-telling', is wide and encompassing, with the main ingredient the ability of the writer to engage and entertain the reader.
The guidelines to one magazine I came across recently virtually excluded nine-tenths of all story lines and contained so much advice and instruction that it went on longer than the maximum word length of the stories they wanted to encourage.
On another site the exacting and (forgive me) 'up-their-own arse' guidelines were brought into disrepute by typographical errors, rendering the advice to 'make sure you proof-read before sending your submission' open to ridicule.
My favourite writer of crime fiction, Raymond Chandler' told great stories. I don't think for one minute he tried to 'show' his fiction to his readers. Nor did Mark Twain. And I suspect J.K.Rowling just went about the business of telling rattling good yarns. It did her no harm.
So writers of the world 'tell' your stories to your heart's content, no matter how subtle and lyrical you want them to be.
Another element of the literary firmament that I find ever-so-slightly annoying, though perhaps if I were wealthier it might not grate quite so much, is the 'buy the magazine to see what we like'. I'm the old-fashioned sort of writer. I live in a garret, with little income, dodging the landlord and eating stale bread to survive. The only thing keeping me from becoming an alcoholic is being too poor to buy alcohol. I exaggerate. But I am not a professor, a post graduate student or a retired professional looking for a hobby or a new career. If I bought all the ruddy magazines I wouldn't even have the stale bread to eat. All the above can afford to buy the magazines and ingratiate themselves with the proprietors. It's an old argument and I'll keep on using it until I come across a better one - J.K.Rowling was turned down umpteen times before a publisher saw merit in her work.