We had danced all night and then fallen asleep under the bemused gaze of owls

I'm writing in the first person - is the above a slip out of POV. ie, if she was falling asleep, she wouldn't know that the owls looked bemused...

Does a little slip like this really matter, do you think?

Any thoughts appreciated.

So long as you know it's a little switch to the owls pov, I wouldn't worry about it, the character's being ironic.
It's only a problem if you don't know you're doing it and then the pov starts wandering everywhere.


- NaomiM

Yes, i suppose that's a good point. This is something i've always done - i once received a report back that commented on my wandering pov and i had no idea i was doing that. I just hope too many haven't slipped under my radar this time.

Agreeing with Naomi. Besides, falling asleep is a gradual process, so you can be aware of the owls as you drop off, it seems to me. And 'bemused' is clearly her take/description of the owls anyway, so I would argue that it isn't even a shift of PoV at all. Certainly not one to trip up the reader.

Emma

Ah, thanks.

Can't believe i still struggle with pov after all this time.

Yes, I agree with Emma. I've just popped back to this to say I was wrong and it's her take on what she imagines the owls to be thinking as she falls asleep, rather than the owl's pov.

Nice line, Casey.

Thanks, Rod.

Yes, I'm enjoying the bemused owls...

Emma

Er, when I said 'her take' I mean the character's take, not Emma's take....god, this pov business is a nigtmare.

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a nightmare populated with hooting and bemused owls,

her take on what she imagines the owls to be thinking as she falls asleep,

LoL naomi

Tho' there are lots of owls who hang out in my part of S E London, so actually this isn't far off the truth.

Emma

Lord, we have an owl roosting on our roof.
It has a hoot like a cartoon owl...twit twoooooooo.
And the owl shit, don't get me started. What do the buggers eat?
HB x

I thought owls sounded a bit boring for Ancient Egypt, but I can just imagine them, wings folded across their chest, shaking their heads at the locals purging themselves and passing out at the festivals of drunkenness...

Bit like owls on a Saturday night in London,no doubt...

A confused owl flew smack into my french windows one afternoon last week. It was the most almighty thwack, I half expected to find cracks in the glass and certainly thought there would be a dead bird lying on the garden but it must have staggered off. It left an incredibly impressive outline on the window, wings outstretched, you could even see the details of his face.

Sorry Casey, totally irrelevent, it was just the idea of 'bemused owls' resonated.

Aw, poor thing. Not so wise afterall...