If you’re reading this post, you’re seeing HELLOCARIS.COM’s new look, which I am especially proud of, because I finally got back to my old, dusty, HTML skills and made myself a two-column info on the front page. I know, you don’t want to know about me, but I wanted to give this theme a fresh, personalized look, and some texts are needed to break the many chunks of images on it. So, there.
I started querying last week and some of them got answered, well, in a not-so-favorable light. That’s ok. This is where everything gets down. I got shaken by my trusted frenemy, self-doubt, which prompted me to revise my work yesterday, and somehow the first pages, to me, sounds nice and breezy and FAST. It’s fast. I mean, compared to the narrating pace I was going for in my first editions, this is The Flash. But I guess it was needed, because there’s a bigger story to tell other than the loss of… OOPS.
Last year, I made the mistake of sending an early version of something to a local publishing house, and I dropped an email to check in. That is, well, before I got to read their new submission guidelines, which mentioned silent passes. They’ve open up subs again and the deadline’s until March. Maybe I should resend again?
Meanwhile, here are my week’s tweets (sans work, because work is sacred)
Aw, nothing. I just drew my favorite Blackpink person.
Feeling nostalgic much?
Surprise. I didn't know I started 'My Week in Tweets' in 2015. I um have been blogging about my tweets since I had nothing better to write about?— Caris (@hellocaris) January 22, 2019
I will tell you this: do not touch the kids.
Sobrang weak na ba ng law enforcement system natin that we choose to lock up 9 yr olds rather than chase the big thugs? C'MON FOLKS. We're better than this.— Caris (@hellocaris) January 22, 2019
I am angry, therefore I write in Tagalog.
Started having strange dreams again. This time, with many people.
#08— Caris (@hellocaris) January 22, 2019
Adventurebeks, or what do you call it. Blood clots in the sink. Turning back time. Waking late. Television. A hunt for Japanese pajamas. Two lady volunteers. A reporter naps at the beach like a mermaid.
I went out for a short stop at the bank and grocery, and I ended up buying less than 10 things for Php 500 and I feel squandered. But at least:
It's me, the girl who finished an entire can of Pringles in two hours and I regret nothing but my overconsumption of sodium that's now clumped in my stomach— Caris (@hellocaris) January 24, 2019
And then, death. I read the tweets (TW) of a chronically-ill artist who was on his deathbed and was tweeting about it. I’ve got a great mix of feelings about this, I tell you. Death is a big trigger to me. I’m just glad the person isn’t in pain anymore.
Let's all pass gracefully, gratefully, and never away.— Caris (@hellocaris) January 24, 2019
I’m the head of the house for the day, which also meant me waking up early, prepping breakfast and watering plants BEFORE I snuggle back to sleep.
Nah it's just me, the dork who forgot to use a blanket and braved the cold (through 💤💤, which is not exactly brave) and is now looking at all these book reveals early in the morning, because there's no better way to occupy my mind rn— Caris (@hellocaris) January 24, 2019
And I did the asking which I shouldn’t have had but well, I guess that means I am getting a response to ease this year-long fidgeting
Ask, and you shall receive. An answer, that is.— Caris (@hellocaris) January 25, 2019
Posted one of my favorite poetry lines on Instagram:
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• You, an artist. You, a bright hue in the world's spectrum of colors. ORIGINAL POEM (Copy URL): http://hellocaris.com/2018/08/you-are-an-art-making-art/ #poems #poetry #poem #poet #poetrycommunity #words #quotes #writers #writing #writingcommunity #inspiration #quotes #prose #art #artist
I made breakfast today, and one thing it taught me is that I must give time. Being a freelancer whose every hour is golden, time is work, work is money. Otherwise, it’s completely worthless. But recently, the world has flipped the table and I am now relearning the more valuable things, like patience, listening and looking. Sometimes, I silently tell myself to immerse my body in my surroundings, like feeling with my head down to my toes. To be all there. It’s taken me years to get to this, but there’s no life manual to tell us when to learn what, and I think I am just right on time. Happy Saturday, folks. x