Some romance novels take my breath away, but not always in a good way.
Romance tropes I love, and the ones that need to go away
Author: Crissi Langwell
Crissi Langwell is the author of 11 books across several genres. Her passion is the story of the underdog, and her novels include stories of homeless teens, determined heroines, family issues, free spirits and more. She writes romance, literary fiction, magical realism, women's fiction, and young adult. Beyond writing, Crissi is an avid bookworm, a very slow runner, and a yoga enthusiast. She pulls her inspiration from the ocean, and breathes freely among redwoods. She lives in Northern California with her husband, their blended family of three young adults, and a beautiful, bratty cat.
Follow Crissi at crissilangwell.com.
Dry July: What I Learned After 31 Days of Sobriety
After too many virtual happy hours, it was time for a change.
Love Letter to Just Desserts
This morning, in an effort to find that peace, I decided to write a love letter to my novel. I know, I know. This is painfully cheesy. But you guys, it worked. Instead of feeling like my manuscript is a burden standing in the way of my happiness, I have this seed of warm love for the story, almost like it’s my own child, held in my hands.
Vulnerability hangover? Nah.
Usually after I write an ultra vulnerable post, admitting all the things I’m struggling with, I wake up with a vulnerability hangover. Not today. I feel relief, like breathing is a little easier.
Life is a mother
I’m in this super deep funk right now where I can’t see up from down. Sure, I can blame COVID, but this has been going on since way before we knew what it was like to SIP for months on end. In an attempt to purge myself of every block standing in the way of my writing, I’m going to be ultra vulnerable here and spew my stuff in this blog post. Get comfy. This is long.
How are you doing?
How are YOU doing? How are you holding up? What are you doing to care for yourself right now? What’s weighing on your mind?
Feeling French
A true tale of a recent lunch break encounter.
Six Weeks of Going Slow
I had big plans six weeks ago when we were ordered to shelter in place....
Song of the Quarantined Neighbors
An ode to the five kids who are bored to death next door.
A poem about Emily Dickinson, plus a few more
I'm in my third semester of a creative writing class at my community college, which has been great for not only helping to improve my novel writing, but expanding the kinds of writing I'm doing. Poetry is one of these bonuses.
