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The BIRTH OF NELL
The day the name “Nell” was spoken to me—by a quiet but unmistakably clear voice—I hesitated.

Nell Ledbetter
Mar 66 min read


THE SHAFT
I had to learn about elevators before I could write 'The Elevator'.

Nell Ledbetter
Feb 271 min read


THE PRINT
It’s official — The Draft is available in print.

Nell Ledbetter
Feb 211 min read


THE MUSIC OF THE ELEVATOR
I’ve created two playlists on Apple Music inspired by The Elevator. Have a listen!

Nell Ledbetter
Feb 183 min read


THE VULTURE + AI EVOLUTION
What started as a book promotion became something far more deeply inspired.

Nell Ledbetter
Feb 136 min read


THE SOCIALITE | ZOEY CARTER
“Zoey? What’s going on?” More closely, Monica can see the rigidity in her body.
With her eyes fixed directly ahead, Zoey lets out a trembling breath.
“Shh… I don’t think it’s seen us yet.”

Nell Ledbetter
Feb 112 min read


THE STYLIST | SHEENA MANN
Sheena flinches, panicking when the woman attempts to touch her again—blocking her hands.
Monica meets the young woman’s wide, fearful eyes. Sheena’s breathing edges toward hyperventilation, her body trembling.

Nell Ledbetter
Feb 112 min read


THE MANAGER | JILISA ANDERSON
“Anywhere is better than here,” she mutters and then glances back at the apocalyptic road. “I hope.” She squints an eye, shooting Monica a wary look.
Exhaling through her nose, Monica’s grip on the wheel tightens. “Let’s hope.”

Nell Ledbetter
Feb 112 min read


THE PILOT | MONICA HARRIS
“What do we do?” She asks, pushing past fear, settling into a new resolve.
A glint forms in the man’s eyes. She feels like he’s as curious about her as she is about him.
“You’re not gonna like it.”

Nell Ledbetter
Feb 112 min read


THE QUIET JOY
I didn’t just decide against traditional publishing—I veered from the traditional path of self-publishing as well.

Nell
Feb 104 min read


THE TITLES
Why I chose the titles of my books, and the chapter titles in The Draft.

Nell
Feb 104 min read


THE COMPLETE SAGA
I’m so full right now… 😊🎨🖌️ I’ve just come out of a creative vortex. So much was pouring out of me, I almost struggled to contain it—to stay present in this world and still perform my daily adult/mom/human tasks. 😄 When this kind of thing happens, it’s easy for me to disappear and do nothing else. Which, of course, is the luxury of a young, single, childless, non–bill-paying dreamer. I am none of those things. So it became a task in and of itself to answer this creative c

Nell
Feb 23 min read
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