My Week in Tweets, Vol. 132

Excuse me. I’m under a strange writing spell that some of these words will sound melodious, and some will not. Last night, I wrote something that I’ve long missed, gunned by a whole day of listening to local songs. Whatever line hits the note, you will know, I won’t. I’m just a writer. I’m bleeding words.

Yesterday, I finished my recent revision for my MS, and by revision, I meant the never-ending touch-up of words, because they’ll never be perfect, even when they go to print. If they go to print. But if there was a silver lining from the dark clouds of September, I’ve found a heart, and it grew patience, even in just a tiny sprout. And sprouts are enough, for they will blossom intro trees, compared to not having none at all. This season, patience is the virtue God has been trying to grow in me, and I am thankful for HIS patience. I’m such an obstinate delinquent that I always break away from the form I’m being formed, but slowly, I’m taking shape. I’m letting these invisible hands curb and curve me.

Now, this week, I rolled up my sleeves and jumped into my MS, thankful that it wasn’t as hard as I thought. My mom was out for most of the week, which required me to wake up in the wee hours of dawn, but I found this new routine relaxing, for writing at 4 am had great effects on me, and let me take my time in creating. By 8 am, I’d be back to work; which meant productivity doubled. There’s no doubt: I am a morning person. And to be honest, for me, it’s healthier, physical and mentally-wise.

Onto the tweets?

Monday

What lesson did El Nido taught me? THIS:

Slowly gather up your stones and become a mountain ⛰

— Caris Cruz (@hellocaris) September 24, 2018

Not eavesdropping, but you see, houses in our subdivision were slated so close, our neighbor’s wall was affixed to OUR firewall. And so, at midnight, I heard something terrifying; children crying, men howling, threats spewing, and if one thread breaks, someone would have been beaten. My heart ached for the kids.

Parents, I hope you aspire for better, quieter environments for your children. Please don't subject them to fears. To traumas. To anger. Love them, and love them well. Forgive. Discuss. Avoid fists. Avoid screams. I am heartbroken for your kids.

— Caris Cruz (@hellocaris) September 24, 2018

Tuesday

Me: What a nice day to watch an MG movie
Movie: Think again

I am watching The Book of Henry and also getting my heart torn and built up and torn again

— Caris Cruz (@hellocaris) September 25, 2018

Wednesday

Some thoughts at 5:30 a.m.

I think today is the day I get a haircut.

— Caris Cruz (@hellocaris) September 25, 2018

The new inserts for this manuscript grabbed me and wrecked me and this was all I could say:

Well, this has taken an unexpected turn…

— Caris Cruz (@hellocaris) September 26, 2018

Also: HOORAY! The haircut happened!

Thursday

Look! Look! THIS IS FINALLY HAPPENING. I now have feelings about her! She’s not just a wallflower anymore!

You guys. Are going. To hate my heroine.

Because I do. I already do.

— Caris Cruz (@hellocaris) September 27, 2018

This is my season.

Learning to learn by patience.
Learning to learn by seasons.

🌱🌿🌳

— Caris Cruz (@hellocaris) September 27, 2018

Friday

Okay. You don’t want to wake up being chased by a guy holding an ice pick. Because I just did, and it felt terrifying.

Stranger Dreams #76:

Bought food from a catering service and it summed up to 20k. Had to withdraw at the ATM across. Did not notice a group of robbers; they followed me to the shop and caused a commotion. One man threatened to hurt with an ice pick.
We bent Aling Che's arms.

— Caris Cruz (@hellocaris) September 27, 2018

I’m going to put this here.

Random thought:
Minsan nakakaiingit yung mga muses behind a love song. Biruin mo; something so beautiful was created out of the adoration of you. Wow. Haba ng hair mo, girl. Love and you were immortalized in words and everyone else sings it. TARAY MO

— Caris Cruz (@hellocaris) September 27, 2018

HI. I’M LETTING YOU KNOW THIS HAPPENED AND I AM STILL ASKING WHY HOW WHEN WHO