Deanna
Langellier grew up in St. Paul, Minnesota, where she picked lilacs on
the way to school and studied music and acting. Some of her notable
roles were Mama in Bye
Bye Birdie (she loved hearing her grandmother
laugh), Cecily in The
Importance of Being Earnest (to think she wanted
to be Gwendolyn!), and Frenchy in Grease
(try French-inhaling an
unfiltered Lucky Strike when you don't even smoke).
Her flair for
comedy led to writing and performing standup comedy at major clubs both
in Minneapolis and Los Angeles. She also has written for several
popular comedians. After graduating from the University of Minnesota,
Minneapolis, Deanna drove to Los Angeles, where she had dreamed of
living since she was 9. She has loved every moment in the City of
Angels. She has a daughter, who is beautiful and wise beyond words.
Always
involved in marketing writing and strategy, her career includes working
for a museum, a dot-com, a consumer products developer, an advertising
agency, and -- for eight years now -- a Fortune 500 company. Deanna
loves Hawaii and wants to travel the world, Italy being first on the
list. As a writer, Deanna is interested in what the story is really
about. She is inspired by William Shakespeare, Rainer Maria Rilke, and
the incredibly talented writing community of My Word Wizard. She is
certain that My Word Wizard will be the reason that she finally
finishes her screenplay.
Deanna
Langellier can be found on Twitter @DeannaLii and she
really has to start a blog.
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These
completions embrace so much that I hold dear: love, life, beauty, time
and truth. I hope you enjoy them.
Deanna
Langellier
The bricks formed a pattern that resembled her life: Somewhat uneven,
sometimes broken, mostly solid, and always strong.
Each Thursday they met at Whitby Station. She took the 10:10; he the
11:03. He got married a year before he met her. It was time.
Josh gazed at her auburn hair and thought, "Maybe this is what my
future looks like."
There was an unsettling silence at the wedding. Everybody knew the
bride's heart wasn't at the altar; it was in the second row.
Emmett gathered his thoughts. She said, "I will have all the worries;
you won't have any." "You are my worry," Emmett thought.
Ruth loved to sit by the stream, watching the koi reflect the swirling
of her heart, her mind, her joy.
Thomas was in a pensive state, calculating how many years, how many
drinks, until it's all right that he lied.
Edgar was a fish who thought people were fantastical and mermaids were
real.
Beauty muscled its way like it always did, with grace and tenderness
and a power naturally built on all that was fragile.
Hank built this monument to the license plates he had collected in all
50 states. He just wanted to say he had been there.
It took a child's heartbreak of not getting a red sled to understand
what it meant when he said he never got a backpack.
Jack wore his shyness like a magician's deck of cards. He had 52 lines,
all aces, all played to win his queen of hearts.
Julia and I stopped at Starbucks. I was there not for the java but to
listen to Julia's story about Juan, from start to finish.
Sarah was locked in a box of Jake's memorabilia. She had her own tough
memories and bad tapes and she intended to find them.
Boots had pensive eyes. He had seen the child become a teenager, the
marriage become a divorce, the answers become questions.
Their encounter was fleeting, but Lilly felt his pain as well as the
urge to say "he's mine" to the girl by the elevator.
We weren’t sure where we were in Tuscany; we just knew that we were
quite content to drive until we ran out of beauty.
Julia's scent reminded Daniel that, like the cherry blossoms watching
him from the window, he might want to try being faithful.
Kat stood up to face the crowd, painfully aware that, unlike acting,
standup comedy gave her nowhere to hide.
In a vacant lot they were now lining up Christmas trees, but she
couldn't find the shape that matched her future memory.
*ed.
note. These wonderful pieces are completions of the daily My Word
Wizard writer's prompts
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