I have a confession: I love metaphors and similes. Adore them. A little too much, to be honest. They are my darlings. And my weakness. I'm in the process of killing them in a manuscript I'm editing. Not all of them, mind you, because some are just too pretty to kill, but some of them must go. No doubt about it.
Here are a few darlings from this manuscript (And no, they don't all appear on one page.):
but like braces on teeth, the forcing of crooked into straight held a price
like a ghost presence in an old battlefield
like a ballerina with lead feet attempting a pirouette
like a monstrous figure in the center of a snowglobe shaken over and over by an unseen hand
The tassels on the edge of the rug curled up in twisted ropes like fat slugs
the greens and pinks and golds glittering like gemstones trapped in plastic coffins
Some of these will die, I'm sorry to say. Or perhaps be reworded to help disguise their true nature. How...sneaky of me. That last one, though? It refers to an eyeshadow palette. I'm ridiculously attached to it. I think I'm incapable of killing it.
In spite of knowing my weakness, I still persist. My first drafts are often so filled with metaphors and similes, it's a wonder there's any room left for the story. And then I must edit them out. And then cull again. You'd think I would know better by now, but nope.
So tell me, what's your weakness?