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On Christmas Eve 2005 the Welcome message notepad was replaced with a gift
in red wrapping paper with a tag and green bow. When you passed your cursor
over it, the tag moved. When you clicked on the gift, the wrappings tore
across the top and slipped down off the page to reveal a new notebook titled
Once unwrapped, the wrapping paper did not return on subsequent visits
to the site. This feature only lasted as long as the other Christmas decorations
were in place, till Jan 6th, the traditional time to take them down.
In the first entry dated December 25th Jo explains that she plans to
use the diary to give us everyday updates that do not qualify as real news.
When a new entry is posted, the previous entries no longer appear on the
site, there is no archive of past entries. So we at the Lexicon have
archived them below along with the old Welcome message from the replaced
notepad that preceded the Diary.
Original Welcome message
#1- December 25, 2005
#2 - January 5, 2006
#3 - January 25, 2006
#4 - February 28, 2006
#5 - April 5, 2006
#6 - May 10, 2006
#7 - September 13, 2006
#8 - September 29, 2006
#9 - October 31, 2006
#10 - December 19, 2006
#11 - February 6, 2007
#12 - May 14, 2007
#13 - July 18, 2007
site Welcome message
Until very recently, JKRowling.com was a list of links to my publishers
- boring, I think you'll agree. So I thought I'd liven it up a little.
I receive so many thousands and thousands of letters these days
that it is impossible to read , let alone answer, them all. A proper website
seems like a great way to communicate directly with Harry Potter fans.
Everything on here was written by ME, J.K.Rowling. This is where I can
tell you the truth about rumours or news stories, where I can share the
extra information I haven't put in the books, where I can give you hints
and clues about what's going to happen to Harry next, and where I can announce
I've finished book six (seven)... and no, that's not going to happen very
Occasionally the Dark Mark will flash at you. That is a SPOILER WARNING.
It refers only to information hidden in book five, The Order of the Phoenix
- if you haven't yet finished reading the other four, proceed at your peril!
Anyway, I really hope you enjoy wandering around my desk (which was
specially tidied for your visit). Don't knock anything over, please. And
watch out for Peeves.
With love from JK Rowling
(Jo to you)
On Dec 14, 2004 the Welcome message was edited to say book seven
instead of book six.
First Diary Entry- December 25, 2005
That tired old welcome page was starting to bug me, so I thought
I'd give you something new for Christmas. I've tried keeping a diary many
times in the past and never got much further than January 15th, but I've
been feeling the need for a place to put everyday updates that don't qualify
as real 'news'. As ever, if there is a quiet spell you should not take
it as a sign that I've given up diary writing, but rather that I am working
hard on something a little more eagerly anticipated...
For 2006 will be the year when I write the final book in the Harry
Potter series. I contemplate the task with mingled feelings of excitement
and dread, because I can't wait to get started, to tell the final part
of the story and, at last, to answer all the questions (will I ever answer
all of the questions? Let's aim for most of the questions); and yet it
will all be over at last and I can't quite imagine life without Harry.
However (clears throat in stern British manner) this is no time to
I have been fine-tuning the fine-tuned plan of seven during the past
few weeks so that I can really set to work in January. Reading through
the plan is like contemplating the map of an unknown country in which I
will soon find myself. Sometimes, even at this stage, you can see trouble
looming; nearly all of the six published books have had Chapters of Doom.
The quintessential, never, I hope, to be beaten Chapter That Nearly Broke
My Will To Go On was
'Goblet of Fire' (appropriately enough, 'The Dark Mark'.)
As for this website, I've got plans… you'll find out what they are
in due course (constant vigilance, my friends). In the meantime, happy
holidays to everyone, and if Father Christmas has already squeezed down
your chimney, I hope he left something good.
JANUARY 5, 2006
New Year's Writing Resolutions
Muck out my study
My study is easily the messiest room in the house, and probably
our street; I won't say in the whole of Edinburgh, because there must be
a squat somewhere that's worse. Frankly, I shudder to think what I will
find when I finally reach the bottom of all these teetering piles of garbage.
However, as I currently have to negotiate an assault course just to reach
my desk I think the time has come for my annual tidy-up.
Do not lose any more notebooks.
After a somewhat panicky few weeks I have finally located a missing
notebook. As always when I mislay these things, I had been 'remembering',
in its absence, that it contained notes so essential and ideas so imaginative
that I would never be able to duplicate them, and the whole of the next
book would be impoverished if they were never found. Now that I have said
notebook beside me on this desk, however, I see that it contains few useful
nuggets amid a lot of complete dross. Nevertheless, the stress I endured
while believing it to be the notebook equivalent of the Holy Grail was
enough to remind me that I must take better care of my working materials.
Be ruthless about protecting writing days
i.e., do not cave in to endless requests to have 'essential' and
'long overdue' meetings on those days. The funny thing is that, although
writing has been my actual job for several years now, I still seem to have
to fight for time in which to do it. Some people do not seem to grasp that
I still have to sit down in peace and write the books, apparently believing
that they pop up like mushrooms without my connivance. I must therefore
guard the time allotted to writing as a
Horntail guards its firstborn egg.
Follow advice from critics on how to be a better writer.
I always try to act on constructive criticism. When I fail, I attempt
to embrace my faults and call them my 'style'.
Try and keep children healthy.
As we leave behind the sickliest winter ever known in this family,
I pray that none of my kids develops a runny nose for at least a week,
thus enabling me to set about serious writing with at least a few hours'
sleep behind me.
JANUARY 25, 2006
Sometimes writing goes so smoothly that you feel as though you are
simply taking dictation from your muse. In my case, this often happens
after a period where I am unable to write, such as over the Christmas period
(compounded this year by the children's colds mentioned in the previous
diary entry). It is as though all the ideas that ought to have leaked out
in the usual intermittent fashion over the preceding couple of weeks explode
out of my pen once I have a few hours in which to work. I am usually most
productive when I have, or have recently had, limited time.
Of course, this heavenly state of affairs will not last, it never
does. I'm bound to get all snarled up in a plot tangle, or else find myself
temporarily stranded on the edge of a large hole in the story. Until then,
however, I shall enjoy floating along on this flood of inspiration.
This always happens. I make a plan, it looks nice and neat, then
I get to actually write the book and realise that Harry can't possibly
do all that in just one chapter. So what I thought were going to be two
chapters have now become four. I still don't think the book will be as
long as 'Phoenix', but if that keeps happening... no, it won't. I'm looking
at the plan, and it can't. Surely. Please.
Nothing else I can tell you at the moment. Well, there's LOADS I
could tell you at the moment, but I can't. Sorry.
There is only one thing that annoys me about living in Edinburgh
- well, two, but I'm pretty much resigned to the weather now. Why is it
so difficult to buy paper in the middle of town? What is a writer who likes
to write longhand supposed to do when she hits her stride and then realises,
to her horror, that she has covered every bit of blank paper in her bag?
Forty-five minutes it took me, this morning, to find somewhere that would
sell me some normal, lined paper. And there's a university here! What do
the students use? Don't tell me laptops, it makes me feel like something
out of the eighteenth century.
The book's still going well, I'm sure you're pleased to hear, lack
of paper notwithstanding. There was a small interruption last week so that
I could go down to London for the British Book Awards, a.k.a. the Nibbies,
which was a lot of fun, and rather thrilling as Half-Blood Prince won Book
of the Year. I also took the opportunity to visit Leavesden (the studio
where they make the Potter films), which I hadn't done in ages due to being
pregnant/having tiny babies for what feels like ages. It was exciting to
see some of the new Order of the Phoenix sets, but most of all to see the
actors again – slightly unnerving to realise that nearly all of them are
taller than me now (I speak, of course, of the teenagers; Michael Gambon
was always taller than me, and very lovely he looked in his new robes,
too.) Apart from the pleasure of seeing Tom Felton, Devon Murray, Alfred
Enoch, Sitara Shah (and waving through the door at Bonnie Wright, who was
busy being tutored), I had a great time talking to Dan and Matthew about
books, Rupert about how his sisters never wind him up, Oliver and James
about how difficult they find it to wind each other up, and Emma about
Hermione's love life. Also met, and had a long chat, with Evanna Lynch
(Luna), about whom there is only one possible thing to say: perfect.
MAY 10th, 2006
Be careful what you wish for, it might come true. Since complaining that I had difficulty finding anything to write on after running out of paper while working in town, I have been deluged with paper. Some of you sent single sheets, others entire pads, one enterprising paper merchants sent a large stack of notebooks embossed boldly with J K ROWLING, which I might not use in public, but which are very lovely all the same.
Others took a different approach, telling me exactly where you can buy writing paper in Edinburgh; some even enclosed maps. Anyway, I've now got enough paper to write several book sevens, so no excuse there.
I've been having house-elf trouble this week, though I think I've got them sorted out now. I'm all for house-elf rights, but the author is dictator and the sooner they accept that, the better.
SEPTEMBER 13th, 2006
Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry. I know it's been a very long time since I was last in touch. I've been writing a novel, you see.
My readings in New York with Stephen King and John Irving were so much fun. It's not often that I do something like that and wish I could do it all over again, but I would have happily done a third night. If you were there, and yelling, thank you: the crowds, both nights, could not have been more wonderful.
I did mess up one answer, though. I was asked, 'what question have you never been asked that you ought to have been asked?' - or something very similar – and my mind went blank. Blame long years of trying not to give away the plot. But it occurred to me almost as soon as I got off stage that there IS a question I've always been surprised nobody's put to me, and that I really should have said it while I was still on-stage. I can't make amends to the girl who asked, but it is in tribute to her that I give the answer, belatedly, under 'Miscellaneous', Extras section.
SEPTEMBER 29th, 2006
Sitting at my desk trying to invent a word yesterday brought back memories of the last time I did so. I had tried for days and days to hit upon the right name for 'the receptacle in which a Dark wizard has hidden a fragment of his soul for the purposes of attaining immortality.' Finally, after much transposition of syllables, I scribbled 'Horcrux' on a piece of paper and knew it was The One. But what if somebody had already used it? With some trepidation I typed 'Horcrux' into Google and, to my delight, saw what I was looking for: 'Your search - "Horcrux" - did not match any documents.'
So anyway, yesterday I Googled 'Horcrux' again. 401,000 results. As you might imagine, this gave me something of a lift as I went back to scribbling nonsense words on the back of a takeaway menu.
OCTOBER 31 , 2006
I've now got a third title. I've been thinking back, and I know that I've had more titles than this for a couple of the previous books, so I'm not too worried by this. Title three currently ahead by a short nose, or perhaps that should be a vowel and two consonants.
I've just had a great writing week. There are few feelings more joyous than reading back over the week's work and thinking 'that's not bad at all', as opposed to the all-too-frequent, 'it's rubbish, I've wasted a week and I'll have to re-write the lot.' And if you think that's an exaggeration or false modesty, you are very, very wrong. It's perfectly possible to put in eight hour days and have nothing to show for them but a single idea that, if reworked completely, might be passable.
Congratulations on your W.O.M.B.A.T. scores, incidentally. You're getting pretty good.
DECEMBER 19 , 2006
The long lack of updates has been due to some very hard work. I'm now writing scenes that have been planned, in some cases, for a dozen years or even more. I don't think anyone who has not been in a similar situation can possibly know how this feels: I am alternately elated and overwrought. I both want, and don't want, to finish this book (don't worry, I will.)
For years now, people have asked me whether I ever dream that I am 'in' Harry's world. The answer was 'no' until a few nights ago, when I had an epic dream in which I was, simultaneously, Harry and the narrator. I was searching for a Horcrux in a gigantic, crowded hall, which bore no resemblance to the Great Hall as I imagine it. As the narrator I knew perfectly well that the Horcrux was jammed in a hidden nook in the fireplace, while as Harry I was searching for it in all kinds of other places, while trying to make the people around me say lines I had pre-arranged for them. Meanwhile waiters and waitresses who work in the real café in which I have written huge parts of book seven roamed around me as though on stilts, all of them at least fifteen feet high. Perhaps I should cut back on the caffeine?
I made another daytrip to Leavesden a few weeks ago, where I saw twenty minutes of Order of the Phoenix, which looks fantastic. Also got a chance, before they all took off in their different directions (it was the last week of live actor filming) to talk to Dan, Rupert, Emma and Evanna, which is always wonderful. Dan has changed his theory on Snape; he says he doesn't want to be like one of those people who are photographed, beaming, next to mad dictators.
February 6 , 2007
Charles Dickens put it better than I ever could:
'It would concern the reader little, perhaps, to know how sorrowfully the pen is laid down at the close of a two-years' imaginative task; or how an Author feels as if he were dismissing some portion of himself into the shadowy world, when a crowd of the creatures of his brain are going from him for ever.'
To which I can only sigh, try seventeen years, Charles...
I always knew that Harry's story would end with the seventh book, but saying goodbye has been just as hard as I always knew it would be. Even while I'm mourning, though, I feel an incredible sense of achievement. I can hardly believe that I've finally written the ending I've been planning for so many years. I've never felt such a mixture of extreme emotions in my life, never dreamed I could feel simultaneously heartbroken and euphoric.
Some of you have expressed a (much more muted!) mixture of happiness and sadness at the prospect of the last book being published, and that has meant more than I can tell you. If it comes as any consolation, I think that there will be plenty to continue arguing and speculating about, even after 'Deathly Hallows' comes out. So if you're not yet ready to quit the message boards, do not despair...
I'm almost scared to admit this, but one thing has stopped me collapsing in a puddle of misery on the floor. While each of the previous Potter books has strong claims on my affections, 'Deathly Hallows' is my favourite, and that is the most wonderful way to finish the series.
May 14, 2007
A couple of weeks ago (April 28th, if you want to go and search the archive) the Potter fansite The Leaky Cauldron posted an editorial on potential spoilers for "Deathly Hallows". It made me laugh, but I was also incredibly moved and grateful.
We're a little under three months away, now, and the first distant rumblings of the weirdness that usually precedes a Harry Potter publication can be heard on the horizon. The Leaky Cauldron's early mission statement on spoilers (ie, don't, and we're not putting them up if you do) is deeply appreciated by yours truly.
I add my own plea to Melissa's for one reason, and one only: I want the readers who have, in many instances, grown up with Harry, to embark on the last adventure they will share with him without knowing where they are they going.
Some, perhaps, will read this and take the view that all publicity is good publicity, that spoilers are part of hype, and that I am trying to protect sales rather than my readership. However, spoilers won't stop people buying the book, they never have - all it will do is diminish their pleasure in the book.
There will always be sad individuals who get their kicks from ruining other people's fun, but while sites like Leaky take such an active stance against them, we may yet win. Even if the biggest secret gets out - even if somebody discovers the Giant Squid is actually the world's largest Animagus, which rises from the lake at the eleventh hour, transforms into Godric Gryffindor and... well, I wouldn't like to spoil it.
July 18, 2007
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