Author Archives: Hannah Steenbock
Musings – What can an Author do?
Like most of us, I expected the 21st century to be good. I thought a lot of the amazing things from Star Trek and other SF would come true, or be closer to becoming reality. And we dreamed about all … Continue reading
The Aware Author – Relationships
Stories always are about relationships. They can be loving, hateful, dangerous or supporting – but a story rarely works without the main character having a relationship to someone or something. Which makes it interesting for me to observe relationships, and … Continue reading
Thoughts on Freedom
I’m an indie author. I choose what I want to write. Sometimes, I aim for markt. Sometimes, I write for friends or fans. And sometimes, I just write for fun. This November, for NaNoWriMo, I wrote for fun. Admittedly, I … Continue reading
Warum ich Bücher bei “der Amazone” kaufe
Ein Buchhändler, mit dem ich ein wenig befreundet bin, hat sich vor Kurzem (wieder einmal) öffentlich darüber beschwert, dass Menschen bei Amazon einkaufen. Das ist nämlich schlecht, weil darunter doch die Kultur leidet. Und ein Buchhändler sowieso. Und das hat … Continue reading
Recycling Story Ideas
As authors, our stories are our assets. They are what brings in money, in the shape of published books that readers can buy. Now, there are many ways to take a single “book” and use it wisely, by selling … Continue reading
Graphic Steps
I need to brag a little. Because I created something I’m quite proud of. And it wasn’t easy. Well, it wasn’t really hard, either, just a bit complicated. You see, I wanted to create an add for “Dorelle’s Journey”. My … Continue reading
Subconscious Plotting
So yesterday, I was thinking about the big, bad showdown for the last book in The Cloud Lands Saga series. When I do that for any fight, I start seeing scenes in my mind, a bit like a private movie. … Continue reading
Lost in transition
There is one place in my life where thinking about my stories is absolutely easy and fun. Unfortunately, it’s not a place where I can actually write. Because that place is curled up in bed. When I get warm and … Continue reading
Feeling the Pain
I haven’t been blogging lately. I just couldn’t. It started with the massacre in Orlando. I made the mistake of looking at the faces of those killed. Boy, was that a bad idea. I probably could have loved each of … Continue reading
The Power of a Plotting Party
Yesterday, I had a plotting party with an author friend. And it was great fun. And to be honest, it was also very, very useful. It is funny how our brain can go into overdrive when we talk about something. … Continue reading
