I adore metaphors. They are the wind beneath my wings. I love descriptive writing. The sparkling dialogue reverberates through the whole history of my being like a breeze through the Redwood forest.
Know what I don’t like? Eyeballs. Specifically ones that fall on things.
You know what I mean. “My eyes fell on the hot guy in the corner.”
Eyeballs are always getting up to mischief, and it’s time we stopped them!
“His eyes slid down my dress.”
“Her eyes followed me as I backed out of the room.”
“Sharon’s eyes landed on the fruitcake behind the centerpiece.”
“Marta’s eyes glided around the dance floor.”
ETA: “Her eyes flit around until finally resting on what she was looking for.”
“Juan’s eyes lingered on Patrick’s new cleats.”
There are so many different and arguably better ways to say these things that don’t involve squishy spheres leading independent lives. Let’s try those ways and then decide which sounds better. K?
Share your favorite abuses of this one in the comments.