Author Archives: Hannah Steenbock
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
The Power of Stories over Simple Facts
I was just reading about a study that shows children learn better from stories than facts. Duh. There is a reason why story-telling has been the preferred teaching method for millenia in our species. You see, our brain has what … Continue reading
One Entrance to Creativity
I’m bored. I have to spend another hour before I can actually go somewhere and do something else. And I have nothing to do. There is an emptiness in my life that screams at me to do something, anything. Anything … Continue reading
Thoughts on Violence
Violence is a part of nature. Animals kill animals to eat them. They fight, too, for dominance or the right to mate. Chimpanzees even go to war. It’s been documented that the young males sometimes hunt all members of another … Continue reading
The Fabric on our Skins
I don’t know about you, but my skin is quite sensitive. It matters what I wear. In fact, my clothes have to be soft. I can’t stand anything itchy or scratchy. Nope, I cannot wear wool. I would have been … Continue reading
When Stories won’t Die
There’s a story in my head that I have been carrying around for years. In my head. The other day, I actually talked about it with a friend. And suddenly, that story turned from a dry hulk into a doable … Continue reading
Grumpy Old Woman
There are days when I’m simply grumpy. And I really don’t want to give up the grumpiness. It’s nice to be a grumpy old woman. I’m allowed to hate things as grumpy old woman. I can hate the noisy kids. … Continue reading
