Jeanne Owens, author

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Happee Birthdae, Harry

Happy birthday, Harry Potter! And J.K. Rowling!



Today marks Harry’s 36th birthday, and also the release of the long-awaited eighth book, the script of the play Harry Potter and the Cursed Child.

Potterhead that I am, I wanted to celebrate a little:


(Actually, I hear there is a game in the works 😀 )

(All images found on Pinterest)



Character Art – Stream of Consciousness Saturday #SoCS

I’ve always liked art. I love to go to museums and  see all the different paintings. I especially love the old art from the Middle Ages and the Renaissance. Michaelangelo, Raphael, Da Vinci, Monet, Manet, Rembrandt, etc.are some of my favorite artists.  Art History class was one of my favorite college classes. But when it came to actually drawing and painting things myself, I’ve never really been all that great at it. Animals and objects I can do ok, I think,  but drawing people is something I’ve always had a bit of a hard time with.

To give you an idea of what I mean, let me show you a few character sketches I did years ago when I was writing my first Fantasy book, Kismet and Tell. These are sketches of Marissa “Riss” Cobalt, the main character (and also the main character in Chronicles of Riss), and one of the other lead characters, Fiore.

As you can see, they’re not all that great. I wish I could do better, especially with the anime/manga style, but I really believe my artistic talent lies more with writing than it does with drawing.


This post is part of the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt, “art”:

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS July 30/16



A Lion’s Mouth – One-liner Wednesday #1linerWeds

“If you place you head in a lion’s mouth, then you cannot complain one day if he happens to bite it off.” – Agatha Christie, The Mysterious Affair at Styles (Hercule Poirot)


This post is part of One-liner Wednesday:

One-Liner Wednesday – Is it just me?

(quote image found on Pinterest)



Echo – Tuesday Use It In A Sentence #tuesdayuseitinasentence

Becca wandered through the old house one last time. Childhood memories played out before her mind’s eye like snippets from a movie, and the phantom laughter of children playing seemed to echo in her ears from the rooms as she visited them for the final time. She hated to have to sell her childhood home, but with her parents now gone, she couldn’t afford to keep it herself. When she was done, she closed the front door on her past and handed the key to the realtor.



This post is part of the Tuesday Use It In A Sentence prompt, “echo”:


On Second Thought – Stream of Consciousness Saturday #SoCS



“On second thought,” Allie muttered as she stared at her reflection in the mirror, checking her makeup, “maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all. Maybe I should just call and cancel.”

She sighed. “What would Margo say, though? She went to so much trouble to help you out and set this up for you. Do you really want to hurt her feelings?”

She fixed a stray strand of blonde hair and continued debating with herself. “Am I really ready for this, though? It’s only been a couple of months. And I don’t know anything about him except what Margo’s told me. But then again, I guess that’s why they call it a blind date.”

Allie heard a call pull up outside and gave her head a small shake. “Stop worrying and second guessing yourself, Allie,” she told herself. “It’ll be fine. He’s probably feeling the same nervousness.”

Footsteps sounded outside the door, then the doorbell rang. Allie took a deep breath and called out, “Coming!”

She hurried over to the door and opened it to find a tall, dark-haired young man standing nervously on her porch. She stared at him in surprise. He matched the description Margo had given her, but she hadn’t expected him to be so good-looking.

He stared at her a moment, too. Then he cleared his throat and offered her his hand. “Hi,” he said with deep, rich voice that Allie instantly liked. “You’re Allie, right? I’m Margo’s friend, Jake.”

“Oh, uh, right,” Allie said, shaking his hand. “Nice to meet you, Jake.”

“So, uh, are you ready to go, then?”

“Sure.” She started to step out, then paused. “Oh, just a second. Let me grab my purse.”

She hurried back inside to grab her purse from the couch, then returned to Jake. “Ok,” she said with a smile. “Let’s go.”


This short story is part of the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt “second”:

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS July 23/16



No makeup – One-liner Wednesday #1linerWeds

So, I was out shopping over the weekend with my mom. We had been rushing a little to leave the house to get a start on our shopping trip, so she had forgotten to put on lipstick or fix her hair . Usually we don’t run into people she knows that often when we’re out, and if we do it’s maybe one person and she usually at least has lipstick on, so she didn’t think much of it until we happened to run into like 3 different people from her church during our outing. After the third person, she realized she hadn’t fixed herself up and commented on the fact to me. The first thing to come to my mind was this, which I’d seen on Facebook a few times:


“You look great when you go out, but don’t see anyone you know. You have on sweats, no makeup, and messy hair, and suddenly it’s a reunion.”

(image found during Google search)

This post is part of One-liner Wednesday:

One-Liner Wednesday – True Story



Desert – Tuesday Use It In A Sentence #tuesdayuseitinasentence

Lance should have known better than to trust his GPS when it told him to turn off on a little side road that led him out into the desert with apparently nothing around for miles. He looked at his gas gauge and hoped he had enough to backtrack and find a gas station so he wouldn’t have to desert his car and walk until he found one.


This post is part of the Tuesday Use It In A Sentence prompt, “desert”:


If only – Stream of Consciousness Saturday #SoCS




If Only

If only I hadn’t done that,

I think,  though I know

Not what I did.

If only I hadn’t said that,

I think, though I know

Not what I said.

What if I had done

something different?

What if I had behaved

Another way?

Would things be different?

Would you still

Be here with me, then?

This poem is part of Stream of Consciousness Saturday, “If/Then”:

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS July 16/16