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Back in September, I published Emotional Beats: How to Easily Convert your Writing into Palpable Feelings. As promised, I will be posting the book on my blog. So, here is the next installment, continuing Part 3 of the book: Other Beats. This one deals with:

Chairs, windows, and furniture

Emotional Beats | From the blog of Nicholas C. Rossis, author of science fiction, the Pearseus epic fantasy series and children's books

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He stood up. She sat down. I don’t know about you, but I’ve had a pretty hard time describing these two simple actions in a non-yawn-inducing way. Until I came across these:

  • He sank into his chair.
  • She rested her elbows on the table.
  • He shifted in his seat.
  • She slumped in the chair.
  • She shuffled in her seat to better sit upright and rubbed away the tears with the sleeve of her fleecy jacket.
  • I sat bolt upright in bed.
  • He pulled himself to his feet.
  • He raised himself to his feet, with a loud grunt that betrayed his age.
  • The boy jumped at his feet.
  • He raised himself to his feet, with a loud grunt that betrayed his age.  His brow furrowed.  The older you get, the louder the grunt, he reflected.
  • She lowered herself to the bench.
  • She sprung to her feet.
  • He leaned his chair onto its rear legs. … His chair fell forward onto all four legs.
  • She jolted upright.
  • She jumped to her feet.
  • She rose from her seat.
  • She stood on the cross legs of her stool to look over the bar.
  • The chair squeaked and strained under his heavy frame.
  • Loud scrapes and creaks echoed in the still room as he dragged the wooden chair on the floor.
  • The wooden chair creaked as she shifted her weight on her seat.
  • From behind the door, she heard the high-pitched screeching of chairs being shoved around on the tiled floor.
  • She pulled the string on the blinds, which closed with a loud swoosh.
  • The old wooden blinds clacked and clattered as she pulled the cord.
  • The cord made a zipping sound as she rolled up the blind, the cloth rustling with the sudden action.
  • The metal blinds rattled against the window.
  • He ripped open the blinds with a swish.
  • The cloth blinds made a pleasant ruffle as she lowered them.
  • She put her body down on a chair.
  • She approached the ancient rocking chair as if expecting it to skitter away like a scared cat; as if one wrong move and she’d never set eyes on it again. She offered it her back, settled her body gently against that smooth oak chair, got a feel for its perfect rhythm, the familiarity of creaking wood.

Next week: Clothes. View all posts on the subject, or buy the book on Amazon – free on KU!

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