F.K. Hansen's Blog, page 2

My stand on religion…

Here the other night I was gazing at the stars. The wind was bitterly cold, and I stood alone, savoring the few minutes of peace while my dog was doing his daily routine in the long grass and snow-clad bushes. Like always, I thought about the day’s events, about my family, but also those little philosophical things that sprout inside my head every time I’m out in the open. The thoughts themselves were not new or original, I’ve had them many times before, but they were those soothing...

I’m postponing the publication

Today I've decided to postpone the publication, which was set for February 1. The reason for this is perhaps my inexperience with beta-readers, and that I forgot they have lives too: One of them is a high-school teacher and has exams at this point, some are rebuilding their home and they simply haven’t found the time to go through my book. Truth is, my schedule screeched of the road and died in flames.However, the feedback I’ve received so far, has been positive and extremely constructive. I...

Map of Arator

First glimpse of what Arator looks like. This is a full-size map, which is going to get cropped for each chapter.

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Draft on cover art

I requested a few changes, but overall I'm satisfied. :)
Draft: Cover art for Rise of the Tempest - Work by Jan Jensen 

Quick status on the publication date

I expect to publish the Lost Magic volume 1 - Rise of the Tempest, February 1, 2013

However, my girlfriend is set for delivery around that time, so my new baby boy could put things on hold.

At the moment, beta-readers are hard at work, and cover art and design is coming together (Will publish some preliminary sketches soon.)

I’m currently trimming the pages and setting up kdp, Saxo, B&N etc.. and getting ready for Christmas, practicing my ho ho ho’s – one of the drawbacks of being the fa...

The discovery of writing…

Last year I started taking my writing seriously, and four months later I finished my first ever draft for a novel.
I remember the day I sat down to read it. Sitting at my computer, I felt the anticipation of stepping into my own world. However, while I read it I saw my work crumble by every rugged sentence. It was horrid. Only a few things popped of the pages and came alive. It was nothing like the tale I remembered when I wrote it. Most of it was rough and hollow, and shamefully I realized th...

Stop, and wonder

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