Monday, April 14, 2014

Alejandro's Sorceress is finally here!!

Dear Readers:

It's here! It's FINALLY HERE!  ALEJANDRO’S SORCERESS, the long-awaited e-novella that’s (loosely) part of the Atlantis series, by me as Alyssa Day, is out today, April 14th, for only 99 cents!! AND with 7 other books FREE!

Buy links:

NOOK

KINDLE
 

 iTunes!

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Have a peek:

She murmured or moaned, a tiny sound, and tightened her hold on him, and he was lost.
 
"I need you," he said roughly, his voice like sandpaper.  “I don’t know why or how, but I do.  Please. 
Please.”

She put her hands on his face and pulled back a little to study his face, and the wildness and desire he saw in her unbelievably blue eyes drove him over the brink of the abyss. 

"Yes," she said.  One tiny word that changed his entire world
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Reader reviews are already coming in and readers are telling me they're laughing out loud and loving this story!!  That funny little novella written around Alejandro, a supporting character from Atlantis Unleashed, will be in e-bookstores today, April 14th! After a life lived in the darkness, Alejandro deserved some sunshine.  So I gave him a funny witch with a crazy family to fall in love with.  I hope you are as happy for Alejandro as I am! And since I took soooo long to get this one to you, I’m not only giving it to you for only 99 cents, but I’m giving you 7 other authors’ stories for FREE!!  Yes, ALEJANDRO’S SORCERESS is part of the DARK AND DEADLY: 8 BAD BOYS OF PARANORMAL ROMANCE boxed set, with Jennifer Ashley, Caris Roane, Bonnie Vanak, Erin Quinn, Erin Kellison, Felicity Heaton and Laurie London! 
All the news, in quick bites:

THE LONESOME YOUNG, a hot, crazy-suspenseful, contemporary young adult novel by me as Lucy Connors came out last week!  It will be in an ad in PEOPLE MAGAZINE the 25th!! *thud* *faints in excitement*

I’ll be at the RT Convention in New Orleans from May 13-18 – please come see me!  THE CURSED was an RT Book Club Reviewer’s Choice Award Nominee for Best Paranormal Novel of 2013, but I'm thrilled for my friend Nalini Singh, who won thhe category this year! (Last year, I took the grand prize for paranormal romance with Heart of Atlantis).   If you haven’t checked out Luke and Rio’s adventures, be sure to do so before THE UNFORGIVEN, book 2, comes out sometime this fall/winter! 

Two more books in the League of the Black Swan trilogy will be coming! (And yes, in Atlantis, I still promise to write Denal and Jack!)

 I recently finally came out about my struggles with depression, after far too long spent hiding because I was ashamed. So now I am working to help break the stigma on this horrible illness.  If you or anyone you love suffers from depression, please ask for help. Let’s make depression our bitch, instead of the other way around!

Thank you for reading this far!! I’ll be back next month wth exciting news on future books!! As always, please share this newsletter with anyone you think might be interested!If you’re like to get news of what I’m up to, check out my website, and/or my Lucy Connors website, and please like my page on Facebook or chat with me on Twitter. I love, love, love to hear from readers and you can email me here.  


Hugs,
Alyssa

Tuesday, January 21, 2014

On one writer and depression, aka life in the black pit of hell

So here I am, telling the truth for the first time, ever, publicly.

I have been ashamed to tell people about this for so long that I am –literally (and those of you who have heard me rant about the correct use of ‘literally’ know I really mean it) – crying at the keyboard. 
Because it was the hardest thing I’ve ever done to get over years and years of humiliation and despair to admit that I needed help.

So here it is:  I’m Alesia Holliday (and Alyssa Day) and I have battled depression all my life. 

Wow.  That was really fucking hard.  I can see why maybe AA makes you stand up and admit to being an alcoholic over and over.  Perhaps repetition lessens the terror?  Perhaps desensitization lessens the pain?  I don’t know.  I hope so.  I’m finally speaking up and speaking out because I can’t be silent any longer. I think my life might hang in the balance.

I had a birthday in November and it hit me hard.  So hard.  Because all I could think was: “How am I going to slog through so many more years of a life like this?”

I call depression the black pit, because it’s so damn dark down there.  It’s the horrible, hideous 4 a.m. of the soul, where all the worst bits of self-torment and self-sabotage and self-hatred throw a big fucking party and jump on my head. 

“You’re not good enough.”  “Your next book can never be as good as the last one.”  “You’re a terrible person, writer, wife, mother, daughter, sister, human being.”

I don’t think anybody really understands depression.  The doctors think our brain chemistry is messed up, and we can fix it with medication.  The therapists think it’s a behavioral issue and we can fix it with therapy.  Probably both are true, to varying degrees.  Maybe.  All I know is that it’s something that can kill people by destroying all hope, and that it’s probably going to be almost as hard, or even harder, to fight my way out of the black pit as it was to just lie in the bottom of that damn pit in the dark--hoping to disappear.  But I know I have to try.

I have the best friends and family in the world, but when you’re in the black pit, they don’t know how to help.  Because they can tell you it will get better, but you don’t believe them.  Or they can cheer you on to climb out, but it feels like the sides are coated with slippery oil and no matter how hard you try to climb out, you’re just going to slide back down.  Maybe they’ll even throw you a rope, but the thought of trying to climb a rope is impossible when you haven’t had the strength to take a shower for three days.

I actually had this conversation with myself once:

“You have to wash your hair.”
“I I don’t have the strength to do it.”
“You have to do it.”
“I can’t.”
“You have to.”
“Why does it matter if I have clean hair? I’m such a loser.”
“But what if you die here on the couch with dirty hair and everybody knows you were too much of a loser to wash your hair?”

So I washed my hair.  Because some tiny part of me wanted to keep everyone from knowing I was hurting so much and so far gone.  Because, thanks to society’s stigmatizing mental issues like depression, I was too humiliated to even admit that I was hurting. 

Until I hit that birthday and realized I didn’t have the energy to keep fighting, over and over and over. 

Until I realized my subconscious had been screaming at me for a while, because the last three stories I’d written all had main characters die.

Until I admitted how much I needed help.

So I told my family and my doctor.  I told my agent and my editors.  I told my friends.  I cried so many tears that I think my tear ducts are broken.  And a tiny, tiny, tiny miracle happened:  So many people told me that they’re on my side.  And that they love me and they support me, even though, deep down, I still felt like I didn’t deserve support.  Or love.  Because depression is an evil monster who gets his claws around our mind and heart and gut and never, ever wants to let go.

Well, fuck that.  I am getting help and, for the first time in a long time, I see a glimmer of light and hope.  For the first time in an even longer time, I don’t feel like a complete fraud who is pretending to be happy.

My editors have been amazing, but the next League of the Black Swan book had to be pushed back from May, 2014 because I was completely unable to finish it in time.  I promise to let you know when it’s rescheduled, and I appreciate your patience and kindness and understanding more than I can ever say. My novella I wrote nearly two years ago, Alejandro's Sorceress, is waiting for me to be able to look at it with clear eyes so I can finally post it for you.  I'm trying.  I hope it will be very soon.

I've started meds, and I've started therapy, and both are helping.  I'm trying to find my balance, and just feeling a glimmer of hope instead of being crushed under the weight of hopelessness is a miracle.  And today, another  miracle occurred.  I wanted to write.  I DID write.  And the words I wrote in my story didn’t lie there, flat and lifeless on the page, forcing me to delete them and start over like they do when I’m in the black pit.  Instead, they danced and sang like stories are supposed to do.  Quietly, still, and a little shaky on their feet, but there was definitely singing and dancing.

I’m  Alesia, and I have battled depression all my life. 

Hey.  It was easier, just by an infinitesimal bit, that second time.  Let’s try it again:

I’m  Alesia, and I have battled depression all my life.  But now I’m getting help, and I’m climbing out of that damn black pit.  2014 is going to be better, and I’m never going to hide in a corner, ashamed and hurting, again.  I know it’s going to be a climb, and there is no instant, magical cure.  But this is a start, and – just like that blank first page of any new book – a fresh start feels like it holds hope, and light, and promise. 

Please, please, let’s smash through this stigma about depression, so nobody has to be ashamed to ask for help, ever again.  Please, please, anybody else out there who’s hurting—please reach out for help, right now.  Don’t suffer in silence or shame for even one more day.  Let’s make depression our bitch, instead of the other way around.

With hugs, and love, and—finally—a little bit of hope,

Alesia

Here are some resources:

The National Institute of Mental Health - http://www.nimh.nih.gov/health/topics/depression/index.shtml

PBS has compiled a list of resources here:  http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/takeonestep/depression/resources.html

And if you feel the least bit suicidal, please reach out immediately.  You can call the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline at 1-800-273-TALK (8255) if you are in crisis, and be connected to a trained counselor in your area, 24/7 or find further resources at their website: http://www.suicidepreventionlifeline.org/.



Tuesday, December 31, 2013

Happy New Year!

 ACAMH (Actual Conversation at my House):

Me, to Navy Guy: So, have you ever seen UFOs when you were flying?
Him: Not yet.
Me: But if you really DID and you're just lying to be part of a government conspiracy to cover it all up, you'd say no, wouldn't you?
Him:
Me: If I ever find out later that you saw an alien and didn't tell me, you're in SO MUCH TROUBLE.
Him: How would you ever find out?
Me: *dark look* I Just Would.

Happy New Year from my crazy family to yours!! xoxo Alyssa

Sunday, December 15, 2013

A Christmas tree of books!!

Whee! My new publisher, Penguin Teen, made a Christmas tree of books and there's a whole layer of my upcoming Lucy Connors release, THE LONESOME YOUNG!!  Right underneath a layer of Laurie Halse Anderson's new book, which is thrilling, because I'm a total fangirl of her writing.  wow!

and here's the evolution of the entire tree:  http://www.tumblr.com/blog/lucyconnors

I can't wait for you to read THE LONESOME YOUNG (or recommend it to everyone you know who enjoys contemporary young adult novels with a dark, gritty feel), because so much of my heart and my own teen past is in this book.

Friday, December 13, 2013

just because I don't make this stuff up...

...although I could, if I wanted, because -- writer.  But, no.

TO:  Attendance office

RE: my daughter, grade 9 – our phone call of 12/12/13

Please excuse my daughter for being absent November 1, 4, 5, 6.  She had the flu and was very ill.  Apparently the illness also affected the part of her brain that is in charge of turning in notes. 

Thank you.


Alyssa Day, mother & backpack excavator

Tuesday, December 10, 2013

CRAZY WRITER, ALSO BLONDE...

I've just realized that censoring myself is blocking my creativity. And also maybe my intestines.  It is going to get crazy up in here in 2014, just be warned...


Monday, November 25, 2013

CRASH INTO YOU!!

HAPPY THANKSGIVING! And happy week of November 28, for my non-U.S. readers! <g>  I have a special surprise for you today - a sneak peek at Ryan Stone from the new book by one of my favorite authors!!

 Katie McGarry writes steamy young adult/new adult fiction, and she's not only amazingly talented, she's one of the sweetest and most gracious people I've ever met.  She was kind enough to say wonderful things about my upcoming YA/NA novel that I'm writing as Lucy Connors, THE LONESOME YOUNG, and I SO appreciate it!

I'm so pleased to be part of her release day excitement--because I can't WAIT to read this book!! So, without further ado, meet Ryan Stone from CRASH INTO YOU!!

Meet Ryan Stone from Crash Into You by Katie McGarry (releases November 26th)

Description: Eighteen and the pitcher for my high school team. Sandy-blond hair, light brown eyes, Red’s shirt, and a baseball cap.

Loves: Beth Risk, baseball, and writing.

Favorite Movie: Field of Dreams

Favorite Music Video: “How Country Feels” by Randy Houser. Everyone says the video reminds them of me and Beth.

Favorite Memory: Waking up next to Beth on those nights she sneaks out to visit me. She always looks so beautiful and peaceful in her sleep.


To find out more about Ryan, Crash Into You, and to win prizes visit her HERE!!

And here's the scoop about CRASH INTO YOU:  

From acclaimed author Katie McGarry comes an explosive new tale of a good girl with a reckless streak, a street-smart guy with nothing to lose, and a romance forged in the fast lane

The girl with straight As, designer clothes and the perfect life—that's who people expect Rachel Young to be. So the private-school junior keeps secrets from her wealthy parents and overbearing brothers…and she's just added two more to the list. One involves racing strangers down dark country roads in her Mustang GT. The other? Seventeen-year-old Isaiah Walker—a guy she has no business even talking to. But when the foster kid with the tattoos and intense gray eyes comes to her rescue, she can't get him out of her mind.
Isaiah has secrets, too. About where he lives, and how he really feels about Rachel. The last thing he needs is to get tangled up with a rich girl who wants to slum it on the south side for kicks—no matter how angelic she might look.

But when their shared love of street racing puts both their lives in jeopardy, they have six weeks to come up with a way out. Six weeks to discover just how far they'll go to save each other.