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.
Why I Call My Readers Ink Drinkers Instead of Bookworms
I'm a novelist. When I first started addressing my readers, sending out ARC invitations, newsletters, and such, I felt that I needed to call them something. I needed a pet name to call all of them that showed my love for them without the hassle of writing to each of them individually. Here were the choices:
Hidden Library: The Second Spell Book
“You look beautiful when you dance.” My back straightened when I heard those words from the other side of the practice room. I hadn’t heard Antony enter. If I had, I would have stopped practicing. I glanced at the stereo system in the corner. My music had not been loud, yet the gentle melody had covered the sound of his arrival.
His 16th Face
“What's going on?” I whispered, startled in the darkness. “I'm holding you,” Christian explained evenly. Though he was familiar, the feeling of his arms around me was not. He lifted me clean off the bed as if I weighed nothing. In the rocking chair, he settled my head into the space between his chin and his shoulder. His breath feathered down my nose to settle on the moist curves of my lips.
Harrison stepped through the glass doors and entered the waiting room of Sleeping Beauty Inc. With pink metallic chairs and faux snakeskin seats, it was obviously not his regular hangout. He sat down anyway, close to the door. From the least obtrusive seat in the room, he could see three monitors showing Sleeping Beauty Inc. success stories.
Whenever You Want
Christina Witten placed the final double red lines at the end of the last column on her accounting exam. She flipped her test booklet to the front to make sure her student information was correct and then she gathered her things together. She felt a certain relief as she saw she was not the first person to finish the test and not anywhere near the last. It was comfortable for her to finish sometime in the middle. All her numbers matched, so it had to be good enough. She turned in her exam, swung her bag over her shoulder and headed for the door.
Less Common Reasons for Writer's Block
I just read the most ridiculous article on writer’s block. It was so infuriating, I had to write something about how wrong the author of the article was. I have written 26 novels in 27 years. I know all about how to write something and how to keep it going. I can write like I’m eating green eggs and ham, it’s raining, and a goat is making eyes at me. Here are some alternative reasons why you have writer’s block.