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I saw Harry Potter last night. True to reviews, it didn't disappoint. This weekend is fairly packed with outings and activities, but I do have the next couple of hours free. Last week I showed a new writer friend a favorite unfinished short story of mine, and I think I'll spend this morning playing with a new ending for it.

I'm sitting here debating whether to wax on about my case of J.K.Rowling envy. But I think I'd rather tackle my own unfinished work, bring it to life after so long in the drawer.