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Sally thinks for a moment and then stirs her coffee thoughtfully. When she stops stirring the coffee spoon keeps stirring anyway

My idea occupation would be just what I am doing now. I think I have always wanted to be my own boss, and so I get to do that at my store, Verbena. Who knows, maybe I will be like Anita Roddick of the Body Shop - except I'm a Witch. What do you think? We could do a whole "Mystic Woo-Woo" line of bath and personal care products.

Outside of doing what I am already doing and being a mother to Antionia and Kylie, I have often thought about writing books, or maybe even a screenplay or two. I keep thinking to myself that the exploits of this family and its history in this silly little town of Crescent Harbor might make an interesting film.

"The Coven of Crescent Harbor" written, directed and produced by Sally Owens. Hmm...it does have a rather nice ring to it! ;)

Muse: Sally Owens
Fandom: Practical Magic
Word Count:172
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No, I wouldn't. Although, I would choose, like most people to have an end that was less traumatic and certainly not as painful as some. My father died tragically in a car accident and then my mother died shortly thereafter they say of a broken heart. My sister, Gilly, and I were left to live with the Aunts. You know, if anyone or anything could convince me of deathlessness, it would be Aunt Jet and Aunt Francis! Those old bittys are nothing short of ancient, and yet, they look alot younger than you would think that they are. It is almost as if time has stood still for the two of them.

But for me, no - I really don't want to live forever. I have two beautiful daughters, and maybe I'd like to imagine that a little bit of me - and the Aunts and my husband Michael, lives on in them. Maybe we wouldn't appreciate life nearly as much as we do if we were to find that we could live forever. Life is to be enjoyed - so take the time to enjoy every moment of it. That seems far better to me than wishing for something that probably wouldn't be that pleasant a wish, even if it could be granted.

Muse: Sally Owens
Fandom: Practical Magic
Word Count: 211
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I think if I could name any one thing, it would have to be my losing my husband, Michael. On that day, I lost my voice. I didn't speak for over a year, because at the moment when the death watch beetle, which had been ticking for Michael stopped ticking, it was as if something clicked. Like that sound that a clock mechanism makes just a moment before it begins to chime. At that moment, I lost hope, I lost a year of my life in that instant. I lost by not paying any attention to my little girls, Kylie and Antonia, nor to the Aunts, Aunt Jet and Aunt Francis, not to the Wheel of the Year, or my business, but more importantly, not even to myself.

No matter how I tried, no matter how much I pleaded with the Aunts to please, please, please bring him back they couldn't do that. Or they said, probably more accurately that they wouldn't do that. Then I found out that they had cast a spell so that Michael and I would fall in love! I couldn't believe it. My own flesh and blood! I lost what I thought was the love my life, my husband and the father of my two girls. I lost the trust I had for the two women that raised Gilly and I. I just had had it. I closed my mouth and didn't speak another single word for an entire year. I know that sounds pretty harsh, and really very self indulgent. What kind of mother has two young girls, 9 and 10 years old and doesn't speak to them?

Thankfully, though, the next spring, on the very anniversary of Michael's death, I woke up, got out of bed, put on this gorgeous floral print dress that I knew I hadn't worn since before Michael died. I brushed my hair and went out into the spring day with a bouquet of lillacs from the bush that is just outside the door of the conservatory and headed toward the cemetary to speak for the first time. I needed to tell Michael, "Goodbye."

Maybe I will find love again someday. Maybe I had my chance. Who knows? I know I can never replace Michael, and I wouldn't want to anyway.


Muse: Sally Owens
Fandom: Practical Magic
Word Count: 383
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#6 How did you lose your virginity?

With my husband, Michael. *gasping with feigned-shock* And...oh... my... GAWD! It was a whole two weeks before we were married! Oh, the scandal that will rock Crescent Harbor! Boy, once that information gets out, I bet half the town will be wanting to sign on to Kazaa and see if they can see all the juicy details! *rolling her eyes*

Whoever is asking these questions is just about as bad as the Aunts when they are meddling in people's love lives. Maybe you should talk to them.

Muse: Sally Owens
Fandom: Practical Magic
Word Count: 87
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( #3 Is there ever a good reason to get blinding drunk?)

Oh, I think Midnight Margaritas on a Full Moon night every few months is a perfectly good reason to get blindingly drunk! There is something euphoric and magical about occassional intoxication. There is nothing wrong with a little Inebriantia from time to time. There you are precariously poised on the edge of a world where spirits, demons and deities reside. Here, if you are not careful you can fall on the other side of the dark places of your own self by way of indulgence and lack of control. But then sometimes, its just that place that we need in order to grow stronger.

Everything in moderation - even a little blind drunkenness.

Muse: Sally Owens
Fandom: Practical Magic
Word Count: 113
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#2 What's your New Year's Resolution?

My New Year's resolutions are: Always throw spilt salt over my left shoulder. Keep rosemary by the garden gate. Add pepper to mashed potatoes, plant lavender for luck, and to fall in love whenever I can.


Muse: Sally Owens
Fandom: Practical Magic
Word Count: 36


(OOC: My apologies to Alice Hoffman and Griffin Dunne - but it seemed very appropriate!) ;)
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#1 Do you feel that you were born with a predetermined role in society? If so, how do you feel about it?

Yes, I was born with a predetermined role in society. I was born the eldest daughter in a family of hereditary Witches here in Crescent Harbor. For having been born into this family it makes me just like the first ancestor, Maria Francis Owens, or [livejournal.com profile] fannyfae as she was called, and the Aunts, Aunt Fannie and Aunt Jet who raised us. I know that all sounds silly and superstitious, but then you have to know that living in Crescent Harbor and being one of the Owens Women, is all about superstition and silliness. This town is about as superstious and silly as you can get! So what that all the Owens women are gardeners and herbalists and some of them can read cards or tell the future? Who cares if we are all born with dark grey eyes that local legend has it men drown in and then shortly thereafter meet an untimely death? Just because it has happened a few times in our family doesn't make it true, Right? It's all just coincidence really. I mean, it would just be nice if I could just live in this place and have something, anything in my life be normal, you know?

How do I feel about it? *shrug* I deal with it. I mean what else can you do right? I guess the local reputation for our family being Witches kind of plays into my business, Verbena. There is something wicked about enjoying bath oils, shampoos, body lotions and skin salves that are made in a local Witch's shop, especially here in New England. I have to say that reputation lets me charge a little more, and rather than keep people out of the store, it has made it more of a curiosity and a selling point. If I have the role of living down (or up to) being one of the local Witches - so be it.

Muse: Sally Owens
Fandom: Practical Magic
Word Count: 264
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Sure I do. I mean, all the while my sister Gillian and I were growing up, I remember the boys in our school practically falling over themselves just to get her to notice them. Men and boys would look at her and get dizzy, one or two of them needing to be rushed to the emergency room. But Gilly broke hearts like they were toothpicks. It may have been love at first sight, but Gillian can never keep a relationship for two weeks before she gets bored and wanders off to the next one.

Me? I think I fell in love really, love at first sight with my husband Michael. We met over linoleum at the hardware store where he works, and it was my turn to get so dizzy I needed to sit down on the curb out in front of the hardware store. Michael asked if I needed an ambulance or if he needed to drive me to the hospital, but no, it wasn't like that. I don't think it was two weeks before we got married. And it wasn't just me who loved Michael. Everyone did. Aunt Jet and Aunt Fanny did, too. Heck, I think even this house - this ancient Victorian monstrosity seemed to love him too. The roses and hollyhocks in the garden grew so profusely that it choked out the ragweed and dandelions. The warmth of the entire place just seemed uplifted when Michael was home. And when my daughters Antonia and Kylie were born, just a mere 390 days apart I knew what love was about. That is until Michael was killed.

I don't think I talked for a year after that. Everything seemed so empty and tarnished. I knew then that the power of love, even love at first site was not a toy to play with it was real and dangerous and it could consume you to the point where nothing else in the world mattered but that and in the instant it was gone, you ended up feeling dead inside.

Muse: Sally Owens
Fandom: Practical Magic
Word Count: 347
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