by Nita on July 16th, 2009
filed under The Wagonmaster
I’m so excited! My historical western, THE WAGONMASTER, is now available in print!
Just moments ago, the UPS driver delivered my copies. They look so nice! I’m doing a little dance. Return to Oz
by Nita on July 1st, 2009
filed under Guest Bloggers
Years ago, we were on a lovely cruise, and while at sea, we chose a presentation to attend-Body Language. I remember little about it, except the woman was dressed impeccably in a designer suit, high heels, and flashy diamonds. She gave a good presentation, accompanied by physical examples. The only one I remember, though, was how to tell if a person is lying. She said: If the person speaking lowers and cuts his eyes to the left and down-he is lying. Every time I watch and listen to a politician expounding on some grand theme during an interview, I watch and wait for the signs. Yes, I assure you. You will see this more often than you think.
I’m sure you’ve heard the current phrase-”He’s just not that into you.” How do you know? What signs could one look for, if one wanted to? The actions are subtle, but clear-cut. Believe me, you can find hundreds of examples and variations of body language. I’ll only speak of a few.
When writing a romance novel, editors and teachers admonish us to show, not tell. Knowing just a few facts about body language between a man and woman can show your reader how each feels about the other.
The male actions:
-If he remains a few feet away, he’s not interested. If he closes the distance, moves closer, he likes what he sees.
-If he speaks softly, good. If he sounds like your automobile mechanic, not so good.
-If he speaks fast and doesn’t give you a chance to speak, no way. But if he talks slowly, excellent.
-If he likes you, he can’t take his gaze away from your face, but if he doesn’t care for you, he’ll stare at your mouth.
-If he stands straight with his hands in his pockets, uh-uh. But if he rounds his posture, he’s hooked.
The female actions:
-If she likes the man, she will smile, tilt her head, and perhaps nibble on her lip.
-If she likes him, she may flick her hair, twirl a strand of hair, or stroke her neck. She glows, or blushes, and her pupils dilate. If she’s sitting with her knees crossed and pointing toward the man, she’s into him. But if she swings her knees away-no go.
-To show she doesn’t care for the man, she’ll cross her arms, speak very fast, lift her chin and smile, and may place something between you, such as her bag.
Remember the 1942 Classic movie Casablanca? A reviewer wrote: “Sublimely romantic, a soul-satisfying movie.” The movie contained many action scenes, fraught with danger and excitement. The romantic scenes between Humphrey Bogart and Ingrid Bergman showed a sizzling undercurrent of passion. Long gazes, slow touches, reaching, soft caresses, close embraces, gentle kisses. Ahhh, romance-and not just the old-fashioned kind.
Any good romance should have these qualities and more. As writers, we need to know the body language of men and women and apply those actions to our characters.
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If you’d like to watch a movie trailer about Casablanca, Google it and select Casablanca movie.
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Excerpt from: All My Hopes and Dreams-a Western Historical Romance
Cynthia happened to glance out the window as the sun disappeared over the horizon. The subject of her musings, at this moment, stalked across the yards of the foreman and five small houses to reach the third one from the end. His hat rode low on his forehead, and his long strides angrily ate up the distance.
Her emotions circled three-hundred-and-sixty degrees, from self-satisfaction and peace to surprise and not a little fright. Her unhappy husband was on his way.
Ricardo did not knock on the screen door. Instead, he opened it, slammed it back against the outside wall, and stepped inside.
In a low voice laced with anger and with his hands low on his hips, he asked, “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
Cynthia stood barefoot in her disheveled state, raised her chin, folded her hands at her waist, and with as much haughtiness she could muster, replied, “Do not use that sort of language in my presence, you…you clout!”
Some of his bluster disappeared. He swept off his hat and bowed. “Well, excuse me, Queen Mary,” he said in an exaggerated moderate voice. “What I should have said was ‘what the Sam Hill do you think you’re doing?’ Is that better?”
“What do you want?” she asked, never batting an eyelash.
“You know damn well what I want. I want to know what’s come over you to create such a stir and pull such a stunt. And I want you to pack and march your little fanny right back over there to my house.”
“Your house? Your house? Sir, you are deluded if you think that is your house, because I know who’s in charge over there. And it’s not you!”
“I have no idea what you’re referring to. But I do know that as my wife, you…”
“Stop!” She held her hand up, palm out. “Your wife? Since when am I your wife? I have no husband whom I can call my own. Our marriages were shams-both of them. Why? Because the man I thought I married will not consummate the union to make us as one. No, he must wait because his parents say so, to have a third wedding to cement the vows.”
“I married you, Cynthia,” he said reasonably and now without a trace of annoyance, “and you are my wife. You wear that ring to prove it.”
She glanced at the beautiful piece of jewelry, and more than anything, she wanted to continue wearing it, forever and ever more. Now, it was just a ring with no benefits. With great sadness, she removed it. “Here. Take it, Ricardo, it means nothing. I thought it did; oh, how I wanted it to.” Tears formed in the corners of her eyes.
Ricardo’s shoulders almost slumped, but he did not bend. She watched his face, as anger turned to bewilderment. Slowly and cautiously, he took two steps to gather her in his arms. She sniffled once, twice, and with her face pressed to his shirtfront, mumbled, “Let me go. Take the ring and leave.” A Foreign Affair trailer
He loosened his hold but did not release her. He tipped her chin up and looked down into her face. With the pad of his thumb, he wiped away one lone tear, and lowered his lips to hers. The kiss began sweet and gentle, but soon changed to sensuous and warm. Against her will, she kissed him back, the best she knew how, but still, a sob escaped. “Don’t,” she whispered.
When he raised his head, he took the ring but lifted her left hand and replaced it where it belonged. “Cynthia, listen to me. Can’t you tell me what this is all about? Have I neglected you too much since the wedding? Whatever I’ve done, I did it unintentionally. Do you understand?”
She moved away from him to talk. “I think it best that I stay here for a while. I considered finding a way back home, but I’m not a little girl anymore, and I can’t run home to Father. In a couple of days or so, you should be able to learn what’s going on. I can’t tell you. It’s not my place to explain.”
“You’re not making any sense,” he said gently. “You know that, don’t you? Should I court you? What?” His exasperation increased as he talked.
“You need not do anything. Just leave me alone.”
“No, sweetheart, I won’t do that. You can’t manage on your own. Don’t you see? How are you going to eat? Who will do your laundry? You’ve been reared as a lady, and you don’t know how to do anything.”
She flashed her eyes at him. The tears were gone, and in their place, cold anger. “You may leave now.” Back to the Future Part II on dvd
Ricardo did not slam out the door or stomp out angrily. Probably his rearing was as ingrained as hers was, so he strolled out as if he had all the time in the world.
ALL MY HOPES AND DREAMS-a Texas Historical
Available in eBook: The Wild Rose Press
Available in print: Amazon.com, B&N