I'm trying to get a sort of gale-of-wind introduction for a character. She's the town 'do-gooder' and has a rather inlfate opinion of herself which I'm trying to get across by using what I guess is a POV switch strictly speaking, but I'm thinking it's subjective and I can get away with it, stylistically.
I've put the possibly omni stuff in bold. Do you think this would cause concern?
Please note, I'm not asking for a crit.
Thanks
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Marville Pikepepper was not a happy woman.
Marville Pikepepper, steward of coffee mornings, pianist at St Liprot’s, tea-maker, grandmother, knitter of hats, antiquarian, and Lowe’s general dogsbody wondered if she were invisible, sometimes. Didn’t they see her grind her fingers to the bone for this town? For free?
It was bad enough that the indigenous conservative folk were slowly being destabilised by the influx of New Money, but now the town was becoming diluted with the kind of liberals who insisted businesses opened nigh-on twenty four hours. Long gone were the days of closing early on a Wednesday - and no matter how much she wrote, called, visited or faxed that Gary Tann swine about his businesses and nightclubs - brothels, more like - made no difference. She had an idea Judge Rooke was behind Tann's evasion somehow, but to think the most influential member of the town council was corrupt was a theory she couldn’t bear to entertain.
What had happened to the Lowe she knew?
Marville Pikepepper was not a happy woman, indeed, but she was a force to be reckoned with.
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Thanks
pH
I've put the possibly omni stuff in bold. Do you think this would cause concern?
Please note, I'm not asking for a crit.
Thanks
____________________________________
Marville Pikepepper was not a happy woman.
Marville Pikepepper, steward of coffee mornings, pianist at St Liprot’s, tea-maker, grandmother, knitter of hats, antiquarian, and Lowe’s general dogsbody wondered if she were invisible, sometimes. Didn’t they see her grind her fingers to the bone for this town? For free?
It was bad enough that the indigenous conservative folk were slowly being destabilised by the influx of New Money, but now the town was becoming diluted with the kind of liberals who insisted businesses opened nigh-on twenty four hours. Long gone were the days of closing early on a Wednesday - and no matter how much she wrote, called, visited or faxed that Gary Tann swine about his businesses and nightclubs - brothels, more like - made no difference. She had an idea Judge Rooke was behind Tann's evasion somehow, but to think the most influential member of the town council was corrupt was a theory she couldn’t bear to entertain.
What had happened to the Lowe she knew?
Marville Pikepepper was not a happy woman, indeed, but she was a force to be reckoned with.
____________________________
Thanks
pH