Alyssia Kirkhart

Author of Adult & Young Adult Romance

Monday, August 14, 2017

Life Update + What I'm Loving

Fall is almost here and I'm beside myself with anticipation for pumpkin spice everything. Yes, I'm that chick. Maroons, oranges and deep yellows give me the warm fuzzies. A nip in the air first thing in the morning--forgeeeet about it. There is a small level of reprieve, though: I don't do leggings with long shirts, scarves and leg warmers. And I don't carry a dog in my handbag. I mean, you have to draw the line somewhere.

All that nonsense said, I thought it might be fun to fill you guys in on what's floating my boat at the moment. Gosh, that phrase is overused. What's basting my chicken? Gross. Sugaring my coffee? Whatever...here's what I'm loving:

1. Game of Thrones. Yes, I watch it. Stop rolling your eyes. No, I won't segue into a big explanation, other than I ship Jon + Dany (although I'd much rather watch a whole season on Rhaegar + Lyanna...) and, oh my gosh, Ramin Djawadi knows how to compose on an epic level. Seriously. We're not worthy of this man's talent.

2. Albanese Gummy Bears. Not a gummy person, y'all. Put a pile of wormy-worms next to a Snickers bar and I'm going for the chocolate, all right? But these things...yeesh. The perfect companion to writing that pain-in-the-butt chapter that just won't write itself.

3. Better Love by Hozier. Played during the end credits of Tarzan (the newer one with the Skarsgard guy who was, like, a vampire or something in one of those shows I didn't watch, but that everyone droned on and on about. Hey...kind of like I do with Game of Thrones...) Anyways. Can't get enough of this song. Never gets old. I put it on repeat in the mornings whilst driving.

4. Tumblr. WHERE HAS THIS BEEN ALL MY LIFE?! I'm subscribed to every Tom Hiddleston page on the planet--seriously, ON THE PLANET--as well as Chris Evans, Amanda Seyfried and Game of Thrones everything. What? You're surprised? Love. It.

5. Word Connect. Free app that gives you a handful of letters and a certain amount of slots in which you're expected to make words. Sounds easy and it is, at first. But each level gets progressively harder (of course) and you're only allowed so many hints. Did I mention it's free?

Remember guys: (shameless plug-in time...) Geek'd Con Shreveport is THIS weekend, August 18-20, and I'm signing books with fellow fantasy author Lela Robichaux. Would LOVE to see you!

Peace, Love & Junior Mints,


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Wednesday, July 26, 2017

Losing a Life Friend


When I was a kid, Mom and Dad started me with the classics—the music they loved. Donna Summer, The Bee Gees, Gary Wright, Bread, The Moody Blues, Michael Jackson, Harry Chapin and the list goes on and on. Real vinyl records we played over and over, a fair few of which I knew all the words to. As I grew older, of course, I developed a love for artists not necessarily loved by my parents (some were, though; Mom is still a solid 3 Doors Down fan). In the eighties, it was Debbie Gibson and New Kids on the Block. I’ll never forget meeting Debbie backstage on her first tour. I had a perm, rose-framed glasses and tons of baby fat. Debbie had her signature black hat and a smile that could solve world hunger.

When the nineties rolled around, and high school with it, I got in to the grunge scene. Like most of my friends, baggy jeans and a loose flannel over a band t-shirt was my go-to. The Jim Morrison tee I bought from my favorite record store? Yeah. Probably wore that one at least once a week; twice, if I could get away with it. We spent free time in class talking about Nirvana, Soundgarden, Green Day, Portishead, Sneaker Pimps and some of the oldies but goodies: The Beatles and The Doors. In fact, a close friend of mine had a special place in his heart for Strawberry Fields Forever; it reminded him of his crush, the girl who’d smile at him in passing, but save her heart and attention for the jocks.

Her loss. He’s a successful writer now with a wife and a gaggle of gorgeous kids.

At the end of this era, in 1999, as boy-bands began to make a comeback and Britney Spears took over mainstream radio, I saw a video on MTV (back when they still had music videos—I know, right?) by a band I’d never heard. A lone piano led into a rap solo, which unfurled into a secondary voice, a tenor so chillingly smooth I remember leaning forward in my seat. The set looked like it had sprung from an online role-playing game. Gray, cracked ground gave way to distant mountains. Large gargoyle-like statues rose high into the air, and on the summit of one was the band. The lead singer, that hypnotizing tenor voice I kept hearing, was a slender boy with cropped, bleached-blond hair and a lip ring. Not what I would have imagined had I heard that voice on the radio, before seeing its owner on television.

That boy in 1999 was Chester Bennington, the song was In the End from the Hybrid Theory album, and the band is Linkin Park.

I won’t go into detail about all the ways their music impacted my life. It did, and that’s all that matters. Because from that moment on, I listened to everything by them I could get my hands on. I’ve written scenes to it, driven to it, showered to it, cleaned house to it, sat and leaned back my head and done nothing to it. They’re that kind of talent. Yes, when Chester took his life, I cried. I cried when Michael Jackson died, too. He was my childhood. He reminded me of good and bad times, and moving forward to new experiences. In a way, we grew up together, even though I had never once laid eyes on either of them, Michael or Chester, in person.

I chose to write this post, one, and perhaps a little selfishly, for myself and, secondly, for any of you who might’ve felt your heart clench at the news that Chester had taken his life. Because there are those out there who think it’s silly to mourn someone you’ve never met; someone you didn’t really know. But how can someone’s childhood be silly? It’s their childhood. Our life journeys are just that—ours. And if a part of that somehow gets chipped away…yeah, it hurts. While Chester took the lead vocals for Linkin Park, my husband and I met, fell in love, got married, lost a child, had another, and watched yet another graduate. We bought a house. I published multiple books. Gained and lost employment. I’ll never be able to watch Transformers without hearing their anthem, What I’ve Done, in my head. Or get through the lyrics of Crawling without remembering my best friend nearly took her life when that song was popular. Chester and Linkin Park were and are a part of my life’s journey.

And I feel quite blessed for that.

Rest in peace, sweet prince. Thank you for the time you gave us.


Peace, Love and Junior Mints,



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Sunday, April 30, 2017

The Second Curse: Cover Reveal!

Whispers of a gathering insurgent army threaten the whole world, Faerie and Mortal...

In the second volume of the popular young adult fantasy saga The Symbolon Series.



Scylla escaped torture and death when she and her companions fled Mistral's ice fortress to the sanctity of Creden's celestial palace. The price of freedom, however, did not come cheap. Athen is in a coma, his heart frozen by a dark spell. Her brother remains in Mistral's clutches. Scylla fears she is at the end of her rope, until Creden issues an order that sets Scylla's feet on a formidable new path--she is to learn how to fight. Her tutor? Nyle Shadowbane, assassin and captain to the Faerie armies.

As dark forces work to hunt her down, Scylla studies the cunning ways of stealth and weaponry--and the truth of who she really is emerges. She might be vital to the rebirth of a nation. But only if she can hone her budding magical gifts, eliminate the evil plaguing the land, and choose not only what she wants for her future--but with whom she will share it.

In this gripping second book in The Symbolon Series, a young woman will face her greatest challenge as ancient evil works tirelessly to take her down and take over mankind.

Coming June 27, 2017!

Cover art by Berto Designs


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Tuesday, March 21, 2017

It's Coming! It's Coming!


The Symbolon Series Book 2 cover reveal is coming soon! I worked once again with the amazingly-talented team at Berto Designs in Australia and, I must say, the end product is far more beautiful than I imagined. And I can imagine big, okay? Ha! Thanks to all of you for reading and following. I love you guys!

Peace, Love, and Junior Mints,


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Monday, March 13, 2017

The Week in Photos - 3/4-3/12

Yeah, yeah. I know this is more than a week, but I couldn't leave out Geek Fair and then I took one of my wee man climbing stuff he wasn't supposed to climb in Lowe's. Which is pretty much everything, right? I mean, they won't even let you on the ladders. What if I need to see over all the aisles? You didn't think about that, did you, Mr. Blue Vested Lowe's Man? No. You only think of yourself.

Ahem.

Fantasy author Lela Robichaux and I had a fantastic time at the Shreveport-Bossier Geek Fair on Saturday, March 4. We bought art, soap, cupcakes and too much coffee. Oh! And the true icing on the cake (or cupcake, as it were...) was meeting all the amazing readers who not only bought books but actually CAME UP AND TALKED TO US! It was absolute insanity with sprinkles and unicorn dust on top. We chatted about books and authors and Game of Thrones, because, hello...July, are you here yet?


And then, as always, I got silly with SnapChat, because I'm a sucker for nutty filters. It's like trying on Halloween costumes all year long. Sigh...Halloween. Does anyone else pine for October like I do?


I never can remember why we go to Lowe's, but it's one of my husband's favorite stores, second only to Best Buy. When we're there, the only stuff I find even remotely interesting are the lights and ceiling fans, which is rather silly, because I don't need either. I imagine this is how he feels when he trudges behind me into Barnes & Noble or Ulta. Like...what do I do here? Should I just sit on the floor and catch a nap or something?

At least the Little Man had fun. Since he doesn't know what's what in Lowe's, either, he just climbs stuff. "Mommy, take my picture!"


Peace, Love, and Junior Mints and here's to a bright new week!

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Friday, March 3, 2017

The Week in Photos

My Five-Year-Old's Depiction of Him in Mommy's Tummy

Thought I'd try something different, as well as stick to my New Year's Resolution to take more photos. I didn't do so well over the past few days, but hopefully content will improve as I go along. It's been an interesting week, busy preparing for a book signing (March 4!) and also implementing a solid workout schedule. Maybe it's cliche, but, man, I didn't realize how out of shape I was, until I started doing crunches--I mean...REAL crunches--again! Yeesh! But I've slept better at night and I think I may even have more energy. Score!


Have I ever mentioned how addicted I am to SnapChat? Addiction may be a little strong. I can put it down, after all. But the filters! OH the filters! Even my kid loves it. Plus, the sparkles make everything look better. And who doesn't love a bunny nose?


While going through rewrites, I usually put Friends on. Now, let's be honest, if you know me, you know I'm a 90's girl. So, yeah, Friends is my...jam? Whatever. I can talk to you in straight Friends quotes, okay? And, yes, Netflix totally passes judgment on me. The Emma Bridgewater catalog came in this week, too, but all I can ever do is drool, because shipping is ridiculous! Almost as much as whatever product you're ordering--no lie. The Mum mug may be worth it, though. As for Avril...no idea. I think maybe YouTube suggested I watch one of her concerts and, boom, there I was and now here I am, listening to every album she ever cut. SO MUCH FOR MY HAPPY ENDING.


The hubs made this amazing banner stand out of PVC pipe. Gotta tell ya...it's pretty hot seeing your book cover THIS big (4'X6'). I totally hope people wanna do cameos beside it at the Shreveport-Bossier Geek Fair, a la red-carpet style. At least I'll have fun posing with my girl, Scylla. Love you guys!

Peace, Love, Junior Mints, yadda yadda yadda...


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