I sat bolt upright, and drew a deep breath. Brushing strands of my hair from my face, I raised my eyebrows in dawning dismay.
Was I, too, so conventional, even cliche in my word usage?
Was this the inevitable result of the 'show don't tell' so beloved of fiction writers?
Grimacing, I gritted my teeth, and wiggled my fingers, preparatory to evaluating my collocations.
I did not, however, grunt.
And in case you're curious at this absurdity of mine, read the New York Times article on language in fiction: The Jargon of the Novel, Computed