Progress Report: Week 4 February 2014

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Well, things have really slowed down with the start of the university semester. I’ve had to withdraw from one writer activity and turn down a beta read (sorry, Greta) already, and was almost late in prepping things for the C.M. Simpson Publishing release schedule – apologies, Ellie. I did manage to complete some short work, this week on the bus, but, as it’s not in the computer, yet, it doesn’t count. I will have to see if I can manage better, this week.

 

Overview

New words produced: 2,070
Old words revised:0
Works completed: 7 (for inclusion into a larger work)
Works revised: 0
Covers created: 0
Works published: 0
Works submitted: 0
Competitions Entered: 0

 

Tier 1 Tasks

  • Annual 13: Added 329 words
  • Annual 14: Added 1,741 words

Tier 2 Tasks

  • RomNov14A—Country Rush: Added 1,296 words

Publishing Tasks


  • Created 1 blog posts for this blog;
  • Did final edit, format and upload of Ellie Moonwater’s Candy Cane Dancer for C.M. Simpson Publishing

New Arrivals


The following ideas arrived this week:


  • Poem299—The Storyteller’s Way: about elements in stories;
  • Poem300—Stupidity on the Brink: about war;
  • Poem301—Uncharted Colony: a poem about how colonies might end up being uncharted;
  • ShortStory215—The Tradition of Laughter on Midas 357: a piece of flash speculative fiction about a weather system and laughter;
  • ShortStory216—The Del Marina Betrayal: a piece of flash science fiction set in an alternative future;
  • ShortStory217—Dead Man’s Park: a piece of flash crime fiction about the dead;
  • ShortStory218—The Pixies at Wickman’s Cave: a piece of flash paranormal urban fiction about pixies and unicorns and some bad, bad men.
Location: Canberra ACT 2601, Australia

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