You know how it is. You get a title in mind and feel you have to write something for it.
That’s how it is with the roving eyes.
I was told by an English teacher at school never to use the word nice as it is a lazy word and I should look for a suitable alternative. I believe she was the same one who told me never to write “All of a sudden” but to use “Suddenly.”
These days if I want to use the word nice, I have to grit my teeth and force myself, but there are times when nice fits. For years I carefully edited Nice from my work and as for All of a sudden, it didn’t get a look in.
Oh and I was told “and then” no no no!
But I noticed other people using these words and phrases and gradually I allowed them to creep in to my writing.
I happen to like the word nice. So there Miss!
Which brings me to roving eyes.
The book I have just finished reading was full of eyes flying around like tennis balls. They were landing on cartons, flying to the door, falling on carpets, dropping on letters; those eyes were all over the place.
It was written by a popular and well respected writer and it was a damn good story, but those eyes plopping round all over the show bothered me. It’s something I never even noticed until Stephen King pointed it out and now I try very hard not to have any of those roving eyes wandering round in my work.
So the point of this blog? Well I think what I’m trying to say is do your own thing, get your own style and write what feels right.
There was no Christmas play for Lachlan. He came home from school on Tuesday looking dreadful and he’s not been at all well. Now his little sister is ill too.