My Week in Tweets, Vol. 125

This week, Twitter’s ever-anxious literary world was shook at the news that an agent forged offers to her clients, for a reason nobody can explain. DS has vanished, and so did the hopes, at least for a time, of the authors whom she represent. This is such a blow to both worlds – agents and clients alike – because frankly, this industry requires a certain amount of trust as well as skill, and nothing less of the other. I’m not in that industry yet, but I’ve got my eyes wide open, because there’s just so many things to learn, and often, I go by experience. Not necessarily all mine, by the way.

To the authors who were hurt by this letdown, you are stars. Your words shine bright and your work was chosen for a reason.

I finished a good revision The River Dead this week, which means it’s readable, and a screamed all over on Facebook for any few who would read it. It’s been a long time since I wrote with emotions of dread, and some of the feelings got into my sub-consciousness and well, it didn’t feel good. Not. At. All.

Here is my week in tweets.

Monday

Me while following the news about the SONA:

I'M SCARED AND ANGRY BUT ALL I CAN DO IS SCREAM IN A TWEET

— Caris Cruz (@hellocaris) July 23, 2018

It’s a thread. You can read it.

Tuesday

Some nightmares happen in real life. It just so happen that ours, a collective form, is embodied in a few people who rose to the country’s greatest power, and is still grabbing it after their time.

Still mulling over yesterday's event and there's a prevalent question: why do Filipinos still put plunderers into power? Maybe there's no other choice? Maybe the better ones are too quiet, too playing-safe? Maybe they didn't seem like they'd stand for us when the storm comes?

— Caris Cruz (@hellocaris) July 23, 2018

To that person who said libraries are gone, I DREAM OF BUILDING A CAFE + LIBRARY FOR INTROVERTS don’t you dare. Or maybe, at least, even just a library. Kids need to read.

Hey, libraries are rad and I
would love to live in one so don't
choke on those pages, they smell
good, like musks heroes spray
or breaths gods breathe
before words were ever words
so read your books in those shelves,
they're not going anywhere else#libraries #books #poetry

— Caris Cruz (@hellocaris) July 24, 2018

Wednesday

This is the SCARIEST dream I had post-The River Dead and the terror is real. Imagine: getting both of your legs SHAVED to the bone that your innards are showing as you walk. Good thing Harry Potter used his magic so that it wouldn’t hurt.

By the way, the accident should have been his, but well, guess who’s the more unlucky one…

Piercing through the road was SS🔫 riding an uncontrollable big bike. It swerved from H to me and after the suspense, crushed both of my legs. H used magic so I can go home. I walked with my bones exposed in my rammed legs and cheeseburger in hand. There was no pain.

— Caris Cruz (@hellocaris) July 24, 2018

Of men and mountains and moving them:

Today is a good day to remember that faith can move mountains ⛰

And it can move you.

— Caris Cruz (@hellocaris) July 24, 2018

Thursday

Guys! OIL PULLING WORKS!

Tried oil pulling this morning and BOY it felt good!

I only managed to go until 5 minutes but my mouth feels happy ✨👄✨

— Caris Cruz (@hellocaris) July 25, 2018

Today was the day when I fear and rejoice for my dad at the same time.

My dad always surprises me at how he chooses to live his life as a retiree

I mean, right now, he just called to say he's wading through a waist-high flood and would be going through more as he and his team check other calamity-drenched communities 🌊🌊🌊

— Caris Cruz (@hellocaris) July 26, 2018

Friday

I actually had just two tweets on Friday, and this was one of them. Early morning, I read bits of Michelle William’s interview, how she fell in love again after Heath Ledger’s death, and how she is more than America’s white-skinned pretty-faced leading lady. It’s strange that I am always drawn by people who were in, or overcame grief. Grief is such a big magnet to me.