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withlovehaven · 3 years
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Growth
2021′s first writing challenge for me was to rewrite an older piece of writing based on what I’ve learned since then. After one year of consistent writing and deliberate practice, I rewrote two excerpts from two different FE3H fics written in Dec 2019. I included additional notes if anyone wants to try and apply what I learned from rewriting to their own work!
Disclaimer that my attempts and improving my work doesn’t mean it actually worked out for the better hahaha *cri*
Below the cut are the original and rewritten texts: 
Excerpt 1: what do you do with a broken heart 12/2019 Tonight, Dorothea shares that moonlit jealousy as she wallows alone, beneath the whispering willows that line the abandoned courtyard outside the classrooms. She believes this to be an enormous waste of an entire month spent in excitement for the only event that mattered in the entire school year. Earlier that day, she had spent countless hours combing through Edelgard’s snow hair and choosing which shade of crimson could frame her eyes so that only the most confident of men would dare to ask for a dance. Edelgard could hardly imagine why Dorothea would place such excruciatingly meticulous detail into something as trivial as a ball. 
12/2020 A moonlit haze sighs over the aching spires of Garreg Mach. Willows line a widowed courtyard below the bow windows of empty second-story classrooms. The monastery is still: students do not stroll through the halls with whispered rumors of the disgraced heir to Minerva’s court. Teachers do not peer over homeroom door frames to check for familiar stragglers when the church bell chimes five minutes before the hour, its echo reverberating through the iron bones of the belfry. Remnants of weathered bronze statues, eroded green through acidic years are reduced to dead company for the dead hour of the night. 
But if the monastery is dead, the main hall bursts to life with festivities of the school’s annual ball. Students evolve into nobles under Garland Moon’s midnight spell. They have traded their pressed uniforms for crisp suits and glittering gowns, emeralds and pearls and silver crests lilting in time with the waltz. Ruched curtains waterfall from the high ceiling into a spray of gold spun into lace. 
Dorothea had spent the entirety of the Red Wolf Moon combing through fabrics in the local seamshop at the center of town. Velvet is for the elderly. Sequins are for children. Would a red number send the wrong message? At her dorm room, makeup gifted over the years by a multitude of naïve suitors splays across the floor, the desk, the bed. 
The vibrations of the live orchestra swell inside, a crescendo brimming through aired walkways as couples arm-in-arm flutter in and out of the hall from the steps leading under the main arch where she sits alone. She should be inside, dancing until her heels bleed and she’s forced to abandon all decorum for the sake of entertainment. Now, she can hardly remember why.
Additional Notes:
Some context: the original paragraph was supposed to function as the opener, so expanding it was warranted imo
The original was basically telling where the revised version is showing. If this paragraph wasn’t supposed to function as the opener, the original would have sufficed
I attempted to juxtapose the “dead” monastery with the “liveliness” of the ball
The “acidic years” descriptor was my attempt at improving my prose by having descriptors hold a double meaning ie. instead of saying “years weathered by acid rain”
I noticed that lists were a strong point in my newer writing so I incorporated that in the part where Dorothea searches for dress fabrics.
Excerpt 2: where my faith is without borders 12/2019 The cobblestone lined streets of Garreg Mach are broken and divided. In the distance, The day sets over the church’s steeple and is, split down by its spire into a spiral that fractures the sunlit rays. Fleeting memories of high school days strolling down these very same halls with books in hand are far-flung now, bBut even within this familiar ghost of a place, there are some things left to unearth.
12/12/2020 The cobblestoned streets that once contained Garreg Mach are broken and divided. The high point of the church’s steeple splits the last drops of day with its spire. Beside it, the belfry’s silhouette halos against the light, fracturing it into rays. High strung silence currents through the livewire air and could shatter at the perch of a dragonfly. Rigor mortis paralyzes the bones of the monastery. Garreg Mach is dead. 
But Dimitri keeps its memory alive. He remembers more than he would prefer of the juvenile memories that steep within these broken walls: midnight dining hall duties, tea-tinted secrets shared under the gazebo, unlikely friendships forged under the fire of field mock battles. A far-flung time with long-lost innocence.
Spring wind breathes beneath his cape. Even within this familiar ghost of a town, there are troves of forgotten moments that remain to be unearthed.
Additional Notes:
“tea-tinted” is also another attempt to have double meaning in the prose. For context, they drink alot of tea in FE3H under that gazebo
Also tried to juxtapose the “dead” monastery with Dimitri’s attempts to keep it “alive”
After reading both of these back to back, I realize I have a thing for bones
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withlovehaven · 3 years
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Character Intro: Ray // Tethered (The Promised Neverland)
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“Everyone will get the chance to grow up. They’ll get to choose their future and decide what they want for themselves. And one day, when they’re finally old enough, they can choose to leave.”  -- Ray in Tethered, Chapter 5 “here at the crossroads” (✧ Read Here ✧)
Playlist //
Only Us // Kygo, Haux
Palo Santo // Years & Years
Numb // Kiiara, PVRIS
Hold On // NERVO
Sober // Loreen
Feels (Jai Wolf Remix) // Kiiara
(✧ Project Introduction Here ✧)
Ray is my absolute favorite character from The Promised Neverland. As a fellow INTJ, I empathize with his rational (and almost heartless) tendencies but also with his extreme desire for control. I could go on about specific examples in canon but that would warrant a separate post (oops lol). 
With Tethered, I wanted to explore Ray’s inner turmoil and how he handles guilt, which I think was a big character development point that the canon missed out on. He’s definitely the darkest character out of the three and continues to serve as the antithesis to Norman and Emma’s character in this piece. 
I gave Ray glasses (TPN authors gave post-canon Norman glasses instead woops) because there’s NO WAY he read that much and not needed glasses eventually?! Also, I’m having a hard time illustrating this in the story so far but Ray has a thing against mirrors and doesn’t keep one in his room. 
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withlovehaven · 3 years
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2021 Writing Goals
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Happy 2021! Dumping my goals here for accountability purposes. I love seeing everyone posting their goals and while mine may not be as lofty as most, I’ll just be happy if I can remain consistent and motivated in my desire to improve my craft. Wishing everyone a happy, healthy, and writing filled year!
Project List
Finish drafting “Tethered” (novel, fanfiction)
Write “shadows longing for bodies” (short story, original)
Write original unnamed short story #2 
Outline original novel
Writing Craft
Read a book a month
Read a short story a day
Scheduling time for deliberate prose practice at least once a week 
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withlovehaven · 3 years
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How do you decide the genre of your story?
Especially if your story has elements taken from across multiple genres?
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withlovehaven · 3 years
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WIP Intro | Tethered
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Read Here: ✧AO3 ✧
Genre: Fanfiction, Novel
POV: Third-Person Limited (3 Perspectives)
Tone & Vibes: Somber, Wistful, Remorseful
Premise: The new world is laid out before them, but freedom does not come so easily.
Two years after the promise is remade and the cattle children arrive in the Human World, Norman and Ray still search for Emma in hopes that they can fulfill their promise to each other from childhood - to survive and live on together. When they find Emma and discover the consequences of the sacrifice she made, the three of them have to come to terms and decide how to live for the new future given to them. [Post-Canon]
✧ Character Bios ✧
This is a post-canon fic exploring how the three main characters of TPN adjust to the human world. Very “coming of age”-esque. I currently have published up to Chapter 7 on AO3 and aim to upload weekly with a minimum goal of 50k words (novel). I’m outlining as I go and just need to tie up Act III. I’ll upload themes and additional tags once I’ve finished the entire outline. Honestly, I haven’t even decided if there’s going to be romance haha
I started this project in Nov 2020 in hopes to finally complete drafting my first novel length piece. I hope to gain a better understanding of narrative structure, strengthen my prose and practice character development/interactions. 
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withlovehaven · 3 years
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With Love, Haven || Navigation
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A B O U T  | ✧・゚| M Y  W O R K | ✧・゚| W R I T I N G  U P D A T E S | 
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withlovehaven · 3 years
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WRITEBLR INTRO ☽
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Hello world! My name is Haven (she/her) and I’m a twenty-seven year old from NYC. I’m always looking to connect with other active writers so please reblog or message me so I can support and check out your work! 
about me: Aries ✧ INTJ ✧ STEM ✧ Planner ✧ Manga/Anime ✧ Video Games ✧ Pastel Plushies ✧ Witchy/Cottagecore ✧ Serifs
what i write: (click here for current wips!) ✧*  literary fiction, speculative fiction  ✧*  original work and fanfiction ✧*  somber and sanguine tones ✧*  coming of age, will of fate themes   
goals/purpose:  ☽˚ Document my growth as a writer ☽˚ To be part of a community with others who have similar goals 
what i post: ♡*゚wips/updates ♡*゚aesthetics, color palettes, mood playlists ♡*゚writing techniques i’ve learned
Let’s improve together and support each other!  ☽
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