Stephanie Van Orman
I write novels like I am part-printer, part book factory, and a little girl running away with a balloon. I'm here as an experiment and I'm unsure if this is a place where I can fit in. We'll see.
Johnny Mnemonic Gets A Different Story
As I am the novelist of six science fiction novels, I feel I can comment on this film and how it is confused. 'Johnny Mnemonic' is about a man who has given up his childhood memories in order to become a walking USB memory stick by storing sensitive information in his brain for travel. *SPOILER ALERT* At the end of the film, he gets his childhood memories back and they're so idealized that one has to wonder if they are real. Balloons? Grass? We haven't seen a blade of grass the entire film with the entire thing taking place in concrete jungles.
My Top Movies From 90s Top Actresses
I love movies! But I especially liked watching movies in the 90s. With that in mind, I got the internet to give me a list of the top ten actresses from the 90s. I'm going to shout out my favorite of their 90s films. Ready?
When I Bleed From More Than One Place
I told Chris I was coming over to watch some movies with him before the dance. It was the most hilarious thing. I was sitting on one end of the sectional couch and he was sitting on the other, meaning there was room for at least five teenagers to sit between us. His parents were on their way out, having a big night on the town, but before they left, his mom was stuttering something to us. Something about how we weren't supposed to make out. She was deadly serious.
The Lord of the Night
Of all my boyfriends, I only officially dated one guy from my hometown. I was having a bad night and I wondered to myself how long it would take me to get Benjamin to ask me out. As it turned out, it took two and a half hours. Why does no one want to play hard-to-get with me? Why does every guy just give me what I want?
Six Guy Porch
I was driving home from Edmonton and as I pulled up to my house, I had six guys waiting for me to come home. At least two of those were my cousins, but still, I was thrilled that they were there. They carried my luggage and promised to take me to the movies that night. We were going to ride in my cousin's Volkswagen Beetle. Which meant, I was sitting on someone's lap. And at the end of the night, as I peeled myself off of Jack's lap, he called to me saying, “Call me tomorrow and we'll walk to the school together to pick up our schedules.”
A Little Bit of Nothing
We were alone in the car waiting for someone to join us. Darkness was not always lovely, but on that night, it was as I asked Chris questions trying to root out how unhappy he was and what I could do to help him. He told me everything like he had nothing to hide. Like what I thought of him didn't matter because nothing did. I had been worried he wouldn't trust me and that it would take me months of devotion for me to wear him down. He was nothing like me, in that he trusted easily, and told me everything about himself like I was a natural confidant. I had never met anyone so elegantly miserable, like sadness was an art form and he was a true artist.
My Quiet Evening
I was having a quiet evening by myself. Sometimes I did that. Sometimes I refused to go on dates or hang out with kids or go to the dance because I needed to have a quiet night. I was going to listen to music—by myself. Write a bit, by myself. Read a bit—by myself. Eat something, by myself. And enjoy the quietness of the silence of lamplight and the love within the pages of a book that never seemed to happen for me in real life. Romance novels were stupid, I told myself, but I could still enjoy reading one at that age.
I was arguing with Careen. So normal. We were standing on my front porch. Her parents were in a truck parked on the grass in front and she and I were very nearly outright screaming at each other. In retrospect, I think it's totally bizarre that they just sat there, watching us yell. But who knows, maybe they were into it, maybe they had made bets, or maybe they had mentally broken out the popcorn?
The Day Before I Broke Up With Him: Part One
Boyfriend number six: Justin. I had been hanging out with one of my friends, who happened to be a boy, David, and I had been talking to him about what I ought to do with Justin. Something was wrong, but it was like when things had gone wrong with Jason. There was no specific thing to blame it on. I just felt like it wasn't what I wanted and wasn't going to last. Justin was going to go away to university in the fall and I still had a bit of high school to cap off, so it wasn't like our little romance had much of a future anyway. The truth was, I was looking for the lesson I’d learn from dating him. It was already over, but I wanted to learn something from the tilt-a-whirl. I was hashing it over with David to find the lesson. To be overly honest, he was the worst person to play that game with. He had been boyfriend number one and the only thing I learned from him was that getting dumped hurts a lot more than doing the dumping.
Pictures That Make You Fall Out of Love
Have you ever had a crush on a cruel guy? You know he's cruel. You know he likes to use the fact that you like him to hurt you? Yet somehow you're okay with that. Well, I wasn't exactly okay with it, but I have always found cruelty easier to forgive than stupidity, so it wasn't hard for me to forgive Toby's brand of cruelty.
When Your Fans Threaten to Kill Themselves
I have been writing online for a few decades. During that time I've had many fans write to me to thank me for writing my books. Sometimes, I get a little rapport going on with them and they become a little more prominent in my mind because they are regular reviewers who post reviews on digital bookstores for me... which I find to be invaluable.