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I am very close now to completing a new manuscript. It is the second book I’ve started writing since finishing Wildbound, but the first I will finish, which makes the upcoming milestone all the more exciting for me. (The story of the previous project is for another day—and a nice glass of wine.)
A couple of months ago, I hit a rough patch in which I spent two weeks unable to write a single word. There were too many things on my mind I couldn’t set aside, too many distractions immediately accessible any time I opened my laptop.
Join me on Instagram next month (@elayneabecker) for a summer readalong of Wildbound! Over the course of three weeks, I’ll be reading the book and sharing various insights and behind-the-scenes tidbits via my stories.
I have often lived my life in pursuit of five years down the line. I am fixated on the future, energized and paralyzed by the possibility of it. What could things be like if only I do X and Y now? Determined to find out, I push myself hard to be productive—and with writing most of all.
The world in the WIP is different than any I’ve written in before, because it’s not totally and completely a fantasy I’ve created. Instead, it’s heavily inspired by a very real place in the real world. Scotland, to be precise.
Scenes from a snowy cabin in Minnesota. A few days in which I was able to focus solely on writing, no other obligations knocking at the door.
Someone asked recently if I’ve experienced any grief since the duology has been released and the story wrapped up. And I have, but the truth is the grief started long before pub.
Several months ago, I put together a playlist for Wildbound. And y’all, I listen to this A Lot. Sometimes it’s the lyrics that remind me of the book. Other times, more just the tone and feel of the song.
I’m hesitant to speak too soon, lest doing so break the spell, but so far 2024 has been… really good to me? Who would have thought! (Not me) True, there is a *lot* going on, and my brain feels like a hornet’s nest as I try to juggle it all. But still, after years of what I often felt to be living in limbo, it feels good to be moving forward.