Oooh. I want Joel’s office. I love the diagonal walls.
I had a great time with my parents last night, watching Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets. The film was much more enjoyable than I expected it to be; it was a great reunion with the characters, and a darned good story. Emma Watson (Hermione) did a surpassingly excellent job, too; her emotion when explaining the term “Mudblood” was incredibly subtle. And Kenneth Brannagh was perfect, of course.
I wrote a bit of a short story Monday night. The plot itself…well, isn’t. There’s really no plot. It grew out of a writing exercise, which called me to copy down the last line from a book, and start a story with it. It ended up being about an old man who’s shutting down a train station for the last time.
I’m proud of it. Not because it’s a great story; it’s not. But I think I managed to capture a mood, which is a difficult thing to catch. Much of my writing lacks a strong mood, so I feel proud of myself for achieving it. I’ll post the story the next time I get a chance to hook up my laptop to the ‘net, which probably won’t be until tomorrow at the earliest.