Christa Allan

Hi everyone!  My name is Erin and I am Christa’s daughter.  I am writing on her behalf today because she is out of computer/internet commission.  She is currently in the process of moving and is unable to access her blog from the only place she has internet . . . at school!  She wanted everyone to [...]

I am pleased to introduce Judi Moreo to my blog.  This is her latest stop in her virtual book tour of her new book, You Are More Than Enough:  Every Woman’s Guide to Passion, Purpose and Power.   
Judi is considered a leading authority in various areas including communication, customer service, diversity, change and motivation.  She is [...]

Christian chick lit in Hollywood?
Yep. Allison Bottke’s One Little Secret is all of it, wrapped in wit and faith.
If you’ve only seen the book, you have to buy it just to experience the cover! Clever, clever, clever.
I wondered, honestly, could someone like small-town, school teacher, grandmother (who barely looks like one) me find anything relatable [...]

My baby of my five is 22-years-old today.
I would post pics, but I’m not home. And I’m just not savvy enough to figure out how to get the photos from there to here …Trust me, though, he’s a cutie.

1. What is the “microwave” version of your journey to becoming a writer?
Actually, there is no “microwave” version. Microwaves are fast, and my journey took forever. I wrote my first short story when I was in my mid-20’s, and didn’t make my first professional fiction sale until I was 45. Definitely a case of “a [...]

Apologies for the inconsistent postings. That inconsistency has been the most consistent aspect of my recent life.
School starts for me Wednesday; the students will arrive on Friday. I just found out my teaching schedule yesterday; this morning it changed. I trust my assistant principal, so I’m not even rattled by the shifts.
We are moving back [...]

I’m at Writer…Interrupted today.

The first blog site of Erin McKean’s I stumbled upon was A Dress a Day.
Her blog highlighting vintage patterns transports me to my grandmother’s heavy black Singer sewing machine. She’d heave it out of the cavity of its cabinet. Then, she’d thread it, her hands moving like those [...]