Writing for Children

My fellow writer Tiger Herbert was so kind to invite me to write a guest post for his blog, about any writing-related topic, so I heeded the advice we so often hear and wrote about what I know. My guest post “Writing for Children” can be found here.

So hop on over, and maybe leave me a comment if you have further questions (or simply want to tell me how much you liked my guest post 😉 ).


Re-Release of The Lost Diadem


After the small publisher had to close its doors due to health reasons before my series was released, I’m happy to announce that all three books will be re-released by me, freshly edited (we were already through with the edits–only minor changes were made), starting–of course–with book one, The Lost Diadem. Trouble in the Mage Guild (part II) and Pirates, Pirates! (part III) will follow soon.

So what is the A Rogue’s Tale series about?

It’s a mystery series for children and YA aged 8 and up, set in a fantasy world with gods and magic. The two main characters Govin and Tayla strike an unusual friendship (a city guard in training, and a street urchin) and solve mysteries together. Each book contains a stand-alone story in chapterbook format, fast-paced and story-driven.

Where can I get it?

Glad you asked. For the time being, the books are only available on Amazon, and only as ebooks. I will explore paperback format as well as more online bookstores in the future once things have returned more to normal for me.


I know I’ve been very quiet. I won’t apologise for it since my life was basically turned upside-down at the beginning of this year.

You may remember my other posts about being chronically ill. Well, I finally had to admit that my pain and fatigue, and the sleep problems, and yes, even problems focusing and concentrating, won’t go away if I ignore them, if I try to push myself through rough days, or if I just have enough time to rest.

I had three weeks without work or university. Three weeks to rest, to regain my strength. I was motivated. I was looking forward to university and work again.

Cue one night without finding any sleep, and everything going downhill from there. Pain flaring up, exhaustion and concentration problems spiking, and trouble sleeping for the next couple days as well (even though I was/am exhausted). I’ve always been a fighter, going to work sick, pushing through pain, somehow, even though in the past few months, I’ve come home on more than one occasion braking down crying in the elevator up to my flat when I was finally able to let go of that mask of “I’m fine”. But now I had to stop and finally admit that no, my chronic problems won’t go away if I keep ignoring them, on the contrary. They seem to take more and more control of my life.

It’s been a very hard decision, one that cost me lots of tears, to give up teaching for the time being. I realised that I finally need to push to get a diagnosis and get my problems treated if I ever want to have any kind of semblance of a normal life again.

My GP listened to me and then gave me a referral to a specialist to have the suspected diagnosis fibormyalgia checked out further. He also sent me home without anything to deal with the problems I’m having at the moment, maybe because he didn’t know how to treat me.

I’m still waiting to hear back with an appointment from the specialist, after spending days researching doctors who have any kind of experience with fibro since I don’t want to end up with someone who doesn’t believe it’s “a real illness”.

I’ve also had to deal with the very idea of having a chronic pain issue, and that many of the other things I’m experiencing on and off are not normal, but probably part of this illness, or of some other chronic condition. I mean, yes, I’ve known that I’ve had these issues, in varying degrees, for years and years, but somehow if you don’t say it out loud, you don’t have a chronic illness. You dismiss it because doctors don’t find anything wrong with you, you start doubting yourself, you may even start believing that this is kind of normal and you’re just being whiny.

So yeah, my body forced me to accept the fact that I can’t push my body to fit my life and my dreams, but that instead, I need to fit my life and my dreams around my body and abilities. And that’s hard to accept. I’ve been uprooted and I’m still kind of floating around while I try to come to terms with this realisation, while I try to finally get a diagnosis, and while I try to get the treatment I deserve and need in order to feel better.

In order to not drown in self-pity completely, I’m not quitting my university degree (a HUGE shout-out to my professors who are willing to work with me to somehow see me through), and I’ve started writing again (I need some kind of income, after all, and I can’t yet say when I’ll be able to return to teaching, and how much I’ll be able to teach then).

Still, it’s sometimes hard to shut down the voices inside telling me that I’m a lazy fraud, that I’m not really sick because I don’t have a final diagnosis to proof it, that I’m just making it up. *sigh* I guess this will be a long road I’m on, and not one I chose for myself.