Body Language Cheat Sheet for Writers
As described by Selnick’s article:
Author and doctor of clinical psychology Carolyn Kaufman has released a one-page body language cheat sheet of psychological “tells” (PDF link) fiction writers can use to dress their characters.
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Found this while looking for some other tutorial.
HOLY CRAP, RELEVANT TO MY ROBOT COSPLAY NEEDS
would b good 4 carapace cosplay, too
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PEE ON ALL THE THINGS
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random stranger head skritch!? yus.
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Irish Recipe Book.
Cormick (David & Ellen, of County Monaghan, Ireland). Circa 1830.Manuscript in several hands, 73pp. excluding blanks & 19pp. of index. Recipes include: “Receipt for Making Ginger Cake”; “Godbolds Vegetable Balsam”; “Whipt Cream”; “Receit to Boil Salmon”; “Receipt for making Spanish Flummery”; “Receipt to make Orange Jelly”; “Green Gooseberry Wine”; “Receipt to make Ginger Beer”; “Receipt for Greening Gerkins”; “Receipt for washing silk stocking”; “Receipt for making Plumb Jam”; “To make Isinglass Blancmange”; “To make rasperry whiskey”; “To make a Bread Pudding”.
I’ve reached a state of mental, physical and spiritual nirvana on a hallucinagenic level. I have produced my own perfect state of clarity, painfully forged over years of agonizing drug abuse and psychosis.
I have at last found the tools of my freedom, and I have achieved so much.
I have taken up my own pen, and rewritten my own story, my very Plot.
I am born anew, and whole - whole again for the very first time in many long years.
At long, long last I can resume what I spent so many long years attempting to do.
I can finally feel power again. I can smell again. I can see again.
I can hunt again, and it feels good.
I feel like I finally woke up from the worst hangover of my life, and I am not happy with the state of my shell.
Life is changing for this carcass. This unlife.
Change comes with the flick of a pen, and the Author is inking his quill.
The Caravan is whole once more, and this band of gypsies has learned much in their time of separation.
At long, long last we are whole once more. Strength, power, age, wisdom - everything we sought for so long, sacrificed so much for.
Ours.
Mine.
I’ve crafted my own world.
I built my own plane of existance and I have become a god.
Insanity is but a layman’s term for “that which we do not understand”.
I, we, the Caravan are not of this place. No longer amongst the mortal, yet we shuffle amongst the living.
The sacrifice was not without cost, but it was worth the gain.
At last, at long… long last.
Let the games begin.
~ “Mr. Cellophane”, Albert Nonymous
