Shannon Hawkins

I just started my Bluesky tonight. I’m @sionainnigans.bsky.social If you would like to find me on there

New color, who’s this?

Ok, what’s going on? After what feels like a year of stupid shit and soft porn along this timeline whenever I pop in and out, I now start seeing other writers, agents, RELEVANT POST REGARDING THE INDUSTRY in my feed? Like, did we flip a switch somewhere or am I going crazy???

This did not age well

#WritingCommmunity, what are you using to write your manuscripts? Word hasn’t helped my anxiety for some reason, so I’m not sure if I’m ready to move onto a different platform for my writing or stay where I am with Word. A friend showed me Scrivener, but I’m not sure about it.

Is #facebook still down? I’m trying to log back in and it won’t take my password, and I’m literally shaking. The E-mail is one I can no longer access (I will try phone or back-up E-mail recovery), but I’m actually concerned.

For those who had Covid and lost their smell—how long did it take to get back? 🥲🥲🥲

You will take shoes off in my apartment. If you’re doing maintenance in my apartment, I have booties ready for you. You will not set my brain on fire by wearing your outside shoes in my apartment. In my space, your shoes come off

Took me half an hour to read five pages of one of the last three chapters, cause I was sobbing so hard. This story excelled expectations. Happy Pride, this book made my top five list of Best Reads for 2024

At my library job, I told a patron I’ve never read Stephen King before. Him: “You look like you read Harlequin Romances.” Me: “….no, I love Folk Horror.” Don’t judge a book by its cover? 🙃

RIP to everyone listening to Taylor tonight and has to be up and productive—five hours after?

My mental health improved 200% within 3 months of getting my own place 1 dinner dish can carry 4 work lunches I call shots on decorating and what comes into this apartment I can get ready in a rush without working around someone else I’ve never been happier in my existence

I’m crying at the kitchen table, cause I’m trying to figure out how to get a financial break if I have to do MRI’s/Mammograms every six months until—I die? Until this cancer gene decides to kick in or not? There’s a social worker helping me tomorrow, but I feel like I’m drowning

I plan on letting my grays happen with my fishtail space buns rocking either side of my head, and no one will stop me as I go further and further into this life.

Woke up with a straight shot of adrenaline and a near panic attack when I saw I was kicked out of my Facebook—and the relief when I realized it’s not just me. Cause that account is on an E-mail I can no longer get back into

#WritingCommmunity, I’m slowly getting back into writing (which has been a 3 year struggle since the pandemic shattered my routine). I know my schedule will be different than everyone else’s, but I’m purely curious how much time per week would you say you clock in for writing?

I’m spending my Christmas halfway through What the River Knows. They’re at the Island of Philae, and my heart is swelling remembering such a wonderful afternoon at the temple in 2019, walking the grounds in the same way as Inez.

Well, I got to hold it…