2021ā²s first writing challenge for me was to rewrite an older piece of writing based on what Iāve learned since then.Ā 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 doesnāt mean it actually worked out for the better hahaha *cri*
Below the cut are the original and rewritten texts:Ā
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 Edelgardās 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.Ā
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 Minervaās 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.Ā
But if the monastery is dead, the main hall bursts to life with festivities of the schoolās annual ball. Students evolve into nobles under Garland Moonās 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.Ā
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 naĆÆve suitors splays across the floor, the desk, the bed.Ā
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 sheās 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 wasnāt supposed to function as the opener, the original would have sufficed
I attempted to juxtapose theĀ ādeadā monastery with theĀ ālivelinessā of the ball
The āacidic yearsā descriptor was my attempt at improving my prose by having descriptors hold a double meaning ie. instead of sayingĀ āyears weathered by acid rainā
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 churchās 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 churchās steeple splits the last drops of day with its spire. Beside it, the belfryās 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.Ā
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:
ātea-tintedā 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 theĀ ādeadā monastery with Dimitriās attempts to keep itĀ āaliveā
After reading both of these back to back, I realize I have a thing for bones
Character Intro: Ray // Tethered (The Promised Neverland)
āEveryone will get the chance to grow up. Theyāll get to choose their future and decide what they want for themselves. And one day, when theyāre finally old enough, they can choose to leave.āĀ
-- Ray in Tethered, Chapter 5Ā āhere at the crossroadsā (ā§ Read Here ā§)
Playlist //
Only Us // Kygo, Haux
Palo Santo // Years & Years
Numb // Kiiara, PVRIS
Hold On // NERVO
Sober // Loreen
Feels (Jai Wolf Remix) // Kiiara
(ā§ Project Introduction Here ā§)
Ray is my absolute favorite character from The Promised Neverland.Ā 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).Ā
With Tethered, I wanted to explore Rayās inner turmoil and how he handles guilt, which I think was a big character development point that the canon missed out on. Heās definitely the darkest character out of the three and continues to serve as the antithesis to Norman and Emmaās character in this piece.Ā
I gave Ray glasses (TPN authors gave post-canon Norman glasses instead woops) because thereās NO WAY he read that much and not needed glasses eventually?!Ā Also, Iām having a hard time illustrating this in the story so far but Ray has a thing against mirrors and doesnāt keep one in his room.Ā
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, Iāll 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!
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]
ā§ Character Bios ā§
This is a post-canon fic exploring how the three main characters of TPN adjust to the human world. Very ācoming of ageā-esque. I currently have published up to Chapter 7 on AO3 and aim to upload weekly with a minimum goal of 50k words (novel). Iām outlining as I go and just need to tie up Act III. Iāll upload themes and additional tags once Iāve finished the entire outline. Honestly, I havenāt even decided if thereās going to be romance haha
I started this project in Nov 2020 in hopes to finallyĀ 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.Ā
Hello world! My name is Haven (she/her) and Iām a twenty-seven year old from NYC. Iām always looking to connect with other active writers so please reblog or message me so I can support and check out your work!Ā
about me:
Aries ā§ INTJ ā§ STEM ā§ Planner ā§ Manga/Anime ā§ Video Games ā§ Pastel Plushies ā§ Witchy/Cottagecore ā§ Serifs
what i write: (click here for current wips!)
ā§*Ā literary fiction, speculative fictionĀ
ā§*Ā original work and fanfiction
ā§*Ā somber and sanguine tones
ā§*Ā coming of age, will of fate themesĀ Ā
goals/purpose:Ā
ā½Ė Document my growth as a writer
ā½Ė To be part of a community with others who have similar goalsĀ
what i post:
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ā”*ļ¾aesthetics, color palettes, mood playlists
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Letās improve together and support each other!Ā ā½
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