Progress Report: Week 1 August 2013

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Not a bad week, this week. The day job is progressing well, the study not-so-well, the family is well, I’ve managed to roleplay, and writing progress is fair. There should be some releases this month, or early next.

Overview

New words produced: 13,420
Old words revised: 13,432
Works completed: 0 (68 poems complete, but incorporated into larger work);
Works revised: 0 (60 poems revised, but incorporated into larger work);
Covers created: 0 (1-3 variations)
Works published: 0 (2-3 release platforms)
Works submitted: 2
Competitions Entered: 0

Tier 1 Tasks


  • Revised Chapters 16-21 SciFanNovel1A

Extra Tasks


  • Added 3,700 words to Annual12
  • Added 8,300 words to Annual13
  • Added 2,700 words to Annual14
  • Added 2,800 words to RPGSupplement13A
  • Added 3,700 words to RPGSupplement13B
  • Added 1,700 words to RPGSupplement13C-G

Publishing Tasks


  • Created 18 blog posts for this blog;
  • Created 3 blog posts for the C.M. Simpson Publishing blog;

Traditional Publishing Tasks


  • Submitted 7 preliminary ideas to a publisher.
  • Submitted 2 pitches related to the above ideas at the publisher’s request.

Photography Tasks


  • Uploaded 96 images to Dreamstime for approval.

New Arrivals

The following ideas arrived this week:

  • Anthologies 36A-G: romance short story anthologies
  • Anthology 37A: romance short stories
  • Poems103-105: for Annual13
  • RPGSupplements14A-G: idea pitches for a publisher.

The following are older ideas, given a number:

  • Poem73 (The Orc’s Harem): linked to Annual13.
  • Poem74 (On a Melbourne Tram):linked to Annual13.
  • Poem75 (Children at the End of the Day): linked to Annual13.
  • Poem76 (Frustration, Life and Poetry): linked to Annual13.
  • Poem77 (Word Play): linked to Annual13.
  • Poem78 (The Veiled Moon): linked to Annual13.
  • Poem79 (Two Worlds Collide): linked to Annual13.
  • Poem80 (Night Predators):linked to Annual13.
  • Poem81 (Many Ways of Dying): linked to Annual13.
  • Poem82 (Rest, my Warrior. Sleep): linked to Annual13.
  • Poem83 (FleeNoMore): linked to Annual13.
  • Poem84 (Dancers in the Dark): linked to Annual13.
  • Poem85 (And the Words Keep Coming): linked to Annual13.
  • Poem86 (Terror in the School Rooms): linked to Annual13.
  • Poem87 (Sleep-Creeping Poems): linked to Annual13.
  • Poem88 (Toes): linked to Annual13.
  • Poem89 (Writing and the Writer): linked to Annual13.
  • Poem90 (Challenges, Change and Coping with the world): linked to Annual13.
  • Poem91 (Learning the Burning Books: A Poem for Two Voices): linked to Annual13.
  • Poem92 (The Sprained Ankle): linked to Annual13.
  • Poem93 (Football Train): linked to Annual13.
  • Poem94 (See the Bad Stuff Happen): linked to Annual13.
  • Poem95 (The Children and the Tram): linked to Annual13.
  • Poem96 (When the Skies Weep): linked to Annual13.
  • Poem97 (Hanging the Clothes at Night): linked to Annual13.
  • Poem98 (The Rich Man and the Witch Man): linked to Annual13.
  • Poem99 (Between Christmas and New Year): linked to Annual13.
  • Poem100 (Who with the Hero Be?): linked to Annual13.
  • Poem101 (Inside my Head): linked to Annual13.
  • Poem102 (My Love Lies Beside Me): linked to Annual13.
Location: Canberra ACT 2601, Australia

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