Carol McClain   @carol_mcclain With childlike faith, I decided I would write a novel. Happily, I told the tale of Cheryl Chandler whose husband left her. To find happiness, she knew only a man could save her–any man, so long as he was hot.   The words flowed onto the page, but I wasn’t so naive as to …[ read more ]

By Carol McClain  @carol_mcclain Anyone stopping by this website knows I’m an author. And I can create books in two ways: I can dash down my first thoughts and believe they’re great. They are. To me. Not to anyone else who reads them. I can labor, write, rewrite, wrestle with my thoughts and words and phrasings. …[ read more ]

By Carol McClain:  @carol_mcclain There was a time when I knew prayer. The Bible describes prayer as wrestling  or striving or fervency or laboring… and lots of other words implying working hard at it. I used to rise before my daughter woke so I could have at least and hour in prayer. I picked up my guitar and …[ read more ]

@carol_mcclain I diet regularly, but never seem to lose weight because I give up when I’m hungry. And then, I regularly decide I’m going to train for a marathon. Usually, around mile two, I decide a 5K is more than enough. Worse than the above, in all my art, being fearful of ruining the final product, …[ read more ]

By Carol McClain I don’t know about you, but somewhere during the many years I’ve been a Christian, I’ve taught myself God is a piggy bank that gives interest. Insert prayer. Wait a day or two, and pop out more than I put in.     Then things don’t go according to plan. I don’t …[ read more ]