Pick up a book. Go on, right now.
Turn to a random page and take note of what you see.
Is the text on the page dense with long expository paragraphs and little space between lines? Or, is the text more broken up, including shorter paragraphs, dialogue (fiction), subtitles (nonfiction), and plenty of space between lines?
White space is just what it sounds like: the white space left on the page around the words.
White space is the emptiness between the characters, lines and paragraphs of your article or story.
Why Do We Need White Space?
White space is refreshing, and it helps prevent readers from losing their place when they look away from text momentarily. Whether you’re writing print fiction or nonfiction, or some form of online writing, white space is your friend.
Author Cheryl Kaye Tardiff writes this excellent explanation of its importance:
Using white space helps the reader process the information in the story/work, gives their eyes a break and keeps them interested. Look at each page as if it were a work of art.
Some sentences will have more impact on their own.
Other sentences need more information and will evolve into a long paragraph of vital information. […] [K]eep in mind that the longer the paragraph, the more chance that someone will skip it. Our eyes tend to naturally look for white space.
And the sentences closest to the white space are the ones most remembered.
Notice how Tardiff uses white space even within this explanation.
What Does White Space Look Like?
Let’s compare two fiction excerpts to get a better idea of what white space looks like. (Note that neither of the following books is written entirely in the manner of the excerpts given here; both books are effectively balanced to make for good reading.)
Here’s one from The Girls’ Guide to Hunting and Fishing, by Melissa Bank, which features plenty of white space:
My father shot me a look; and I looked back at him, Why is everything I want to know wrong?
Henry changed the topic: he’d been promoted from intern to assistant. I could tell he expected my parents to be pleased, and I saw right away that my father, at least, wasn’t. It was harder to tell with my mother; she wore the mask in the family.
The issue, I realized, was college. Henry still hadn’t decided if he was starting college in the fall.
He’d already transferred four times, or five counting twice to Brown. The reasons he gave for transferring each time were always sound and logical, like “better course selection.” I wondered about the reasons he didn’t say.
This is contemporary fiction with a relaxed narrative, so it feels natural to include a lot of breathing space.
Now, here’s a much denser excerpt from Elizabeth Strout’s Pulitzer Prize winner, Olive Kitteridge:
Inwardly, he suffered the quiet trepidations of a man who had witnessed twice in childhood the nervous breakdowns of a mother who had otherwise cared for him with stridency. And so if, as rarely happened, a customer was distressed over a price, or irritated by the quality of an Ace bandage or ice pack, Henry did what he could to rectify things quickly. For many years Mrs. Granger worked for him; her husband was a lobster fisherman, and she seemed to carry with her the cold breeze of the open water, not so eager to please a wary customer. He had to listen with half an ear as he filled prescriptions, to make sure she was not at the cash register dismissing a complaint. More than once he was reminded of that same sensation in watching to see that his wife, Olive, did not bear down too hard on Christopher over a homework assignment or a chore left undone; that sense of his attention hovering — the need to keep everyone content. When he heard a briskness in Mrs. Granger’s voice, he would step down from his back post, moving toward the center of the store to talk with the customer himself. Otherwise, Mrs. Granger did her job well. He appreciated that she was not chatty, kept perfect inventory, and almost never called in sick. That she died in her sleep one night astonished him, and left him with some feeling of responsibility, as though he had missed, working alongside her for years, whatever symptom might have shown itself that he, handling his pills and syrups and syringes, could have fixed.
I believe Strout kept this as one very long paragraph for a reason—that is, as a stylistic choice which matches the more formal feel of the narrative. She doesn’t keep this up for very long, but how does reading such a long, unbroken paragraph make you feel?
Would you want to read page upon page of it?
When to Use White Space
If there is too much white space, then the piece looks unprofessional. If there is too little white space, then the reader has a hard time keeping their place.
So, there’s a delicate balance between too little and too much.
In fiction, different styles and genres of writing allow for less white space. What’s right for one piece of writing may not be right for another. In some cases, it likely comes down to intuition on the author’s part.
Long expository paragraphs definitely have a time and a place, as long as you don’t exhaust your reader with too much of the same thing.
Although white space is important in fiction, I’d venture to say that it’s even more important with nonfiction—especially instructional or educational material—and blogging.
If you’ve read more than a couple of articles here at Write It Sideways, you’ll know I keep my paragraphs short and provide a lot of visual white space. People want to be able to scan blog articles for only the most relevant information, which is why it’s important to break down text into helpful subsections with descriptive titles, write in very short paragraphs, and keep the actual blog free of clutter.
Could your story, article, or blog use more white space? How do you use white space in fiction to make your writing more effective?
What types of writing do you feel demand more white space, and which demand less?