An insight into Anna Mckann's world

Why a Podcast?Recently someone suggested I do a podcast. Hum!!!!Just another task to add to my already busy schedule. Do I really have time or even want to? Then I began to think if I did, what factors would I have to consider?First and foremost there are things in my hectic life that need to… Read more »

August is a great time to re-group, organise, plan and of course have a holiday.I have to say it has been a very therapeutic month for me, having had a great clear out in the office and redecorated.Looking great with no clutter and totally organised. Long overdue! Meanwhile, clearing out is always good for the… Read more »

Someone asked me what I do on my Able Writers’ Days. In answering, I thought of what I would like to do differently given the opportunity. Having worked with some amazing creative children, I think if I were to summarise my input, it has to be;‘the most creative minds sometimes need a little help getting… Read more »

It’s coming to the end of another school year and this year has really gone quicker than ever. In some ways I feel disappointment because certain projects have not moved on. It has been an eventful and challenging season with a few family health issues. Notice I say that with a positive stance. Eventful and… Read more »

I’m a little red case, and live under the bed in AnaMarie’s bachelor pad.That’s me! AnaMarie is Spanish, born in Madrid, now living in the countryside of the North of England, where she loves to paint. Yes she’s quite an acclaimed artist and has even illustrated a few children’s books, though her favourite past-time is… Read more »

Just completed another 2 school visits in Scarborough and Lincoln. It would have been nice to have a walk along the sea front and a mooch around the city of Lincoln, but as usual, time didn’t allow! As always, I enjoyed the visits, as did the children. ‘I inspired them, they inspired me.’ It’s always… Read more »

Her name was Sally Ann Thompson. Her favourite colour pink. She liked to write. It emptied the thoughts from her head, so she said. It was her birthday, sweet sixteen. I came along in a beautiful rose pink box with a satin ribbon, and when she unwrapped me, there I was laid on a piece… Read more »