Stephanie Van Orman
Bio
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.
Stories (74/0)
Four Things I Learned From A Poorly Signed Book
Yesterday, I was at a used book sale. I saw the word ‘cat’ on the spine of a fantasy book and that intrigues me (because I’m a cat person), so I pulled the book loose and made a surprised sound when I recognized the cover. The man next to me noticed my sound and like most men, he decided to use that as an opening to start a conversation with me.
By Stephanie Van Ormanabout a year ago in Journal
If I Tie U Down by Stephanie Van Orman
Wedding Day - Shannon I stayed over at my parents’ house the night before the wedding. All the girls stayed with me, and though there were many jokes, most of them were merely in the form of unusual lingerie. When I woke up, I immediately went to make sure no one had written on my face that night. No one had, which was good, because I had had it with ink pranks.
By Stephanie Van Ormanabout a year ago in Fiction
Kiss of Tragedy by Stephanie Van Orman
Persephone chose a white silk gown and white slippers that laced up her shins. The dress fastened over one shoulder while the other shoulder remained bare. She used a pair of sapphire clips to hold the fabric in place; one on the shoulder and one on her back to give the dress some shape by pulling the silk tight around her waist. Then the nymphs finished her hair and they left the tower together.
By Stephanie Van Ormanabout a year ago in Fiction
AI-Generated Characters Versus Actors
Lately, there has been a plethora of articles that show the actor in a film versus an AI-generated image of the character created by an artist and a computer together. The artist feeds the character description from the book into a generator and BANG! We have exactly what Harry Potter was supposed to look like and not Daniel Radcliff.
By Stephanie Van Orman2 years ago in Journal
Getcovers
Normally, I design my book covers myself. But, I had seen millions of ads for a design company called Getcovers, and their covers were totally decent. So were their prices, so I decided to go ahead and hire them for a cover for a novelette I plan to release on OBOOKO. Here is the finished cover. It took them two days to finish the order.
By Stephanie Van Orman2 years ago in Journal
Call Him By Your Dad's Name
One time, I was sitting between two men who were desperately competing for my attention. One of them was a spunky blond with a tongue piercing who had put a lot of energy into his shoes. The other one was a brainy type with glasses. I watched them argue and try to one-up each other for a solid twenty minutes before I turned to Mr. Tongue Piercing and said, "Wanna walk me home?"
By Stephanie Van Orman2 years ago in Confessions
Ten Tricks to Selling Your Books in Person
Aside from being a novelist, I have spent quite a lot of time working tables at fairs and farmers' markets. I'm also familiar with the work that goes into administering vendor tables and organizing festivals. On other days, I worked at an independent bookstore where I could sell my books directly to the public on my days in the store. With all that in mind, let me give you my ten tricks:
By Stephanie Van Orman2 years ago in Journal
If Diamonds Could Talk
I was in the changing room of a high-end clothing boutique. Christian was choosing clothes for me. This time, he was buying me a dress. The frock I was trying on was pink blush with thousands of sequins and feathered material in the skirt. The price tag read that it was forty-six thousand dollars, but I was choosing a dress to wear to an important event, so the price tag didn’t matter.
By Stephanie Van Orman2 years ago in Fiction
My Dune Misunderstanding
The book Dune by Frank Herbert is a man magnet. When I was reading it, I accidentally locked myself out of my apartment. To pass the time until my husband got home with the keys, I decided to try a little experiment. I got down on the grass in front of my apartment building with the book next to me. I nestled it into the grass and I stretched out next to it. How long would it take for a man to pass, see the book, and speak to me using that book as flint for a conversation starter?
By Stephanie Van Orman2 years ago in Geeks