Progress Report: Week 5 August 2013

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A busy work week, and another week of clinging flu-like symptoms, but I still got a bucketload done. One release, and advances made on several larger pieces of work. Not bad. Let’s see how this week goes.

Overview

New words produced: 8,184
Old words revised: 14,962
Works completed: 2 (+ 23 poems and 9 short stories revised for other, larger works)
Works revised: 32 (23 poems and 9 short stories revised for other, larger works)
Covers created: 1 (1-3 variations)
Works published: 1 (6 release platforms) +1 (blog)
Works submitted: 0
Competitions Entered: 0

Tier 3 Tasks

  • Chapbook10B—Flying with Friends: Revised chapters 1-8 and formatted;

Extra Tasks

  • Added 4,085 words to ShortStory36—Stiletto’s Luck, completing it at 7,398 words.
  • Added 2,000 words to RPGSupplement7A
  • Added 2,000 words to RPGSupplement15A
  • Completed ShortStory64—Hasken’s Choice at 1,000 words for the latest Chuck Wendig terribleminds blog Flash Fiction Challenge (Hasken’s Choice is scheduled for tomorrow’s blog).

Publishing Tasks

  • Created 4 blog posts for this blog;
  • Created 3 blog posts for the C.M. SimpsonPublishing blog;
  • Updated Carlie Simonsen’s page on this blog;
  • Updated the Young Adult page on the C.M.Simpson Publishing blog;
  • Updated the Fireborn Adventure page on this blog;
  • Re-uploaded corrected version of Chapbook10A—Wings: Wings #1 for Carlie Simonsen
  • Created e-book and print-on-demand cover for Chapbook10B—Flying with Friends
  • Formatted CreateSpace, Smashwords and Amazon Versions of Chapbook10B—Flying with Friends
  • Uploaded CreateSpace, Smashwords, Kobo, Amazon-Kindle, OmniLit, and DriveThruFiction versions of Chapbook10B—Flying with Friends

New Arrivals

The following ideas arrived this week:
  • Poem112—Seasons on the Grow: for Annual13
  • ShortStory64—Hasken’s Choice: in response to the latest Chuck Wendig flash fiction challenge (to be posted tomorrow).

The following ideas were rediscovered and given a project number:
  • Poem150: linked to Anthology38;
  • Poem151—The Classroom: linked to Annual13, Anthology27;
  • Poem152—Seasons on the Grow: linked to Annual13;
  • Poem153—Nerves: linked to Anthology27;
  • Poem154—Through the Window: linked to Anthology27;
  • Poem155—In the Library: linked to Anthology27;
  • Poem156—Sky Seekers: linked to Anthology27;
  • Poem157—Dragon Battle: linked to Anthology27;
  • Poem158—A Grey Day’s Spirits: linked to Anthology27;
  • Poem160—The Sky Weeps: liked to Anthology27;
  • Poem161—Baresark: linked to Annual13
  • Poem162—The Lightning and the Wind: linked to Annual13;
  • Poem163—The Poet’s Advice: linked to Annual13;
  • Poem164—Two People, One Land: A Poem for Two Sets of Voices: linked to Annual13
  • Poem165—In Darkness I Stand: linked to Annual13;
  • Poem166—Whale Song: linked to Anthology27;
  • Poem167—The Sleeping Warrior: linked to Annual13;
  • Poem168—Fear Keeps me Warm: linked to Annual13;
  • Poem169—Shutters of the Soul: linked to Annual13;
  • Poem170—The Zombie Dawn: linked to Anthology27;
  • Poem171—Embarrassed: linked to Anthology27;
  • RPGSupplement15A: to do with insects… lots of insects.





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