Hello, everybody, and welcome back to Quote, Unquote!
Nine weeks ago, I posted about my current writing project and progress. In that post, I outlined where I was at in the Author Conservatory, made a brief introduction to my novel, and said in a lot of words that I wasn’t sure if I was going to do NaNoWriMo this year. This week, I’m back to update you all!
I have one very exciting announcement to make…
I won NaNoWriMo for the second year in a row!
Yeah, funny story–I said that I didn’t think I was going to do NaNo, that going for quantity over quality probably wasn’t a good idea, and that I was too busy to really give it the time it needed…
Then wrote 53,000 words in 27 days.
My novel, Project Restore, is a story with a Hallmark-movie plot about a businesswoman named Eloise who reluctantly leaves her job in the city behind to fix up the lighthouse where she grew up–alongside her ex, Cal. Drama ensues. It’s full of coastal small town lighthouse vibes and a touch of second-chance romance, and I think it’s my favorite thing that I’ve ever written.
I went into an absolute trance while drafting this novel. I have no idea what happened to me. It was like my body was taken over by some novel-writing creature.
Just for fun (and because I’m a data gremlin), I’m going to share some stats from the month of November.
project restore drafting stats
- 27 days drafting (begun November 1, finished November 27)
- 53,166 total words
- 1,969 average words per day
- 33 total hours drafting
- 28.3 average words per minute
- wrote the most between 3 and 4 pm
- drafted the most on November 20 with 3,562 words
- 22 chapters
imperfection
While the first draft of Project Restore may be finished, the story is nowhere near done. It’s decidedly half-baked right now. In fact, it’s just bad. It’s about 20,000 words shorter than I wanted it to be, there are so many loose ends to tie up, the prose can be repetitive and, well, not great…
But while the story may not be done, the first draft is.
During the first few days of writing this draft, I was so worried about it having to be just right. Easy and fun to read, not too rambly, weaving in all the backstory perfectly, and so on and so forth.
And then around Chapter 4 I threw all that out the window.
At that point, I had decided that I was going to attempt NaNoWriMo. The whole nine yards, 50,000 words in 30 days. And if I was going to write 50,000 words in 30 days, I couldn’t worry about it being any good.
Drafting was such a struggle at first. I hated sitting down to write–it felt like the words were fighting against my fingers, resisting coming out onto the page. For the first few days, I dreaded my writing time with a passion.
As soon as I gave myself permission to be bad, I started to love writing my story. When I stopped worrying about making it all perfect, I fell in love with my setting, my characters, exploring their world and who they were.
In November, I wrote 53,166 messy, imperfect words. There will come a day when the words have to be slightly less messy, when I’ll have to wade through my murky doc and clean it up bit by bit.
But for now…it’s done.
learning to rest
Another thing I learned while drafting was the importance of rest. I wrote every single day. Rain or shine, work or no work, even if I had no time all day and I had to sit down at 10:30 at night to write–I wrote.
As you can imagine, it was a bit strenuous. There were some days when the words flowed and I wrote 1,000 words in 30 minutes. And then there were the days when I sat down for 40 minutes and I still couldn’t get 500 words on the page.
And I was okay with that. If I only wrote 480 words, that was still 480 words I didn’t have on my draft before. I did the best I could with the mental resources I had, and that’s what mattered.
I gave myself grace. I wanted to do at least 1,000 words on those days, but when they simply weren’t coming, I allowed myself to stop. I could have pushed myself harder. I could probably have done more.
But when I allowed myself to stop, to rest and recharge, I did more good to myself and my story than another 520 words could ever have done.
I didn’t always do a good job of giving myself grace. There were several times when my friends had to yell at me to put the draft down and go to bed or go touch grass. But when I actually did allow myself to rest instead of pushing through, it strengthened me more.
Funny, right? How we were created in God’s image, and even He rested after creating? That was something I definitely needed to hear over November.
where do I go now?
I felt a bit lost after I finished my draft. It was bumpy at first, but I grew to love spending time with my characters and the lighthouse. I felt like I could see them, standing in the surf, silhouetted by the setting sun.
It was a kind of small grief, finishing the story. I could no longer explore my characters, their minds, their worlds. But it comforts me to know that there’s much left to do on this draft. There’s always more to do.
I know that I haven’t shared much about this novel, but to celebrate, I’m going to leave you with a little snippet from the main character, Eloise:
This lighthouse is more trouble than it’s worth. It’s constantly dusty, always in danger, always needing some sort of upkeep. It’s cold and drafty and an absolute pain to keep operational.
Yet it’s a part of me. I’ve climbed these hundred and thirty-four stairs more times than I can count. I’ve sat on the lantern room and watched the ships and the sea for hours and hours of my life. I’ve come here to cry and to celebrate and everything in between. I’ve poured my blood and sweat and tears into it.
As much as I hate to admit it, as much as I try to leave it behind, this lighthouse is my home.
Chapter Thirteen
Thank you so much for reading! I appreciate your support more than you can ever know. It’s more than I ever dreamed of or hoped for.
I’ll see you next Wednesday!




