Progress Report: Week 3, April 2014

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A week of recovering from being sick, and then studying to catch up - that was the week before last. This week was more study, an assignment and a half, and... you guessed it... more study. Next week, I have some tests. This week's progress report will be out shortly.

Overview

New words produced: 2,840
Old words revised: 2,274
Works completed: 0
Works revised: 0
Covers created: 0
Works published: 0
Works submitted: 0
Competitions Entered: 1

Tier 1 Tasks


  • Annual 13: Added 2,274 words
  • Annual 14: Added 2,840 words

Tier 4 Tasks


  • ChapBook21A: Added 83 words;
  • ShortStory270: Added 556 words;

Publishing Tasks


  • Created 1 blog posts for this blog;

New Arrivals



The following ideas arrived this week:


  • Chapbook21A: about a cute dog and a promise;
  • ShortStory260—Thistledown’s Question: a piece of flash science fiction about a colony;
  • ShortStory261—Pranksters: a piece of flash science fiction about another aspect of colony life;
  • ShortStory262—Invader’s Demise: a piece of flash science fiction about colony life;
  • ShortStory263—Lightning Shows a Crystalline Heart: a piece of flash science fiction about another world;
  • ShortStory264—The Stormlight of Gradenbach: a piece of flash science fiction about industrial espionage;
  • ShortStory265—Battle Encoded: a piece of flash science fiction about defending against an invasion;
  • ShortStory266—Satushka and the Swarm: a piece of flash science fiction about another world;
  • ShortStory267—Korran Flies: a piece of flash fantasy fiction about dragons;
  • ShortStory268—Tears in the Night: a piece of flash science fiction crime;
  • ShortStory269—Reeshak Retrieval: a piece of flash science fiction about farming on another world;
  • ShortStory270: about a princess whose choices are limited;



The following ideas were rediscovered, edited and assigned a code in my writing register:


  • Poem342—A Housewife-Author in the Nineties: as per title;
  • Poem343—Bard Song: a song about a song;
  • Poem343—Honing the Art: about writing;
  • Poem344—Hostage Drama: about a hostage drama on the news;
  • Poem345—Judge Under Protection: inspired by a news report about a judge under police protection;
  • Poem346—Many Hats, Many Faces: a contemplation of the different roles we play in life;
  • Poem347—Nightmares: about nightmares;
  • Poem348—Nightmares from Reality: about the origins of nightmares;
  • Poem349—On Writing Poetry: as per title;
  • Poem350—The News-Hour Threat: social comment on the news;
  • Poem351—The Timor-Leste Question: a poem inspired by a news report about Timor-Leste in 1994;
  • Poem352—Traffic Lights and Tram Stop: a poem inspired by the stupidity of humans at a tram stop;
  • Poem353—Train Drivers: a poem inspired by listening to announcements at a station;
  • Poem354—True Life and the Tram: a poem inspired by tram travel;
  • Poem355—Word Play: a poem about the craft and inspiration of writing;
  • Poem356—Word Weaver: a poem about a storyteller;
  • Poem357—Writer’s Dilemma: a poem about being a writer;
  • Poem358—Yesterday’s Poem: a comment on writing poetry to demand;
Location: Canberra ACT 2601, Australia

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