Progress Report: Week 4 May 2014

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This week, my health continues to improve, my lessons continue, and assessment pressure is slowly building. I also had three or four days on the bus, which means I was able to create most of the short pieces you see listed below. I’m well behind on the monthly title, and I don’t know if I can catch it up. The week ahead has three assessments due. One is complete bar the tweaking, which can’t occur until Monday night, and two are in-class tests – so, now much writing scheduled. We’ll see. Ideally, I should have completed another 15,000 words by the end of the month, and it’s not looking great for that.
 

Overview

 

New words produced: 7,596
Old words revised: 0
Works completed: 26 (or two collections of work)
Works revised: 0
Covers created: 0
Works published: 0
Works submitted: 0
Competitions Entered: 0

Tier 1 Tasks


  • Annual 13: Added 1,063 words
  • Annual 14: Added 5,633 words

Publishing Tasks


  • Created 1 blog post for this blog;

New Arrivals

 

The following ideas arrived this week:

  • Poem372—Ode to Battle Lost: a poem about dragons and a battle lost;
  • Poem373—The Days that Pass Us By: mixed language poem on title topic;
  • Poem374—Dawn Confusion: about birds in the morning;
  • Poem375—A Lonely Walk: about paths through life;
  • Poem376—Morning Mist: about the title topic;
  • Poem377—When Starshine Fell: about a meteorite;
  • Poem378—Will-o-Wisps: A Cautionary Tale: about will-o-wisps;
  • Poem379—Escaping the Fairy Throng: a piece of flash urban fiction about the fey;
  • ShortStory290—Jelovic’s Dragons: a piece of flash science fiction about dragons;
  • ShortStory291—Mid-Autumn Interlude: a piece of flash urban fantasy about trolls and elves;
  • ShortStory292—Returning Home: a piece of flash science fiction about an unexpected return home;
  • ShortStory293—Me and Allemagne: a piece of flash science fiction about an encounter in a forest;
  • ShortStory294—Every Cloud: a piece of flash speculative fiction about storms and dragons;
  • ShortStory295—First Night on the Beat in District 23: a piece of flash speculative urban fantasy fiction about an encounter on the beat.
  • ShortStory296—A Rockfall and the Beast in the Dark: a piece of flash science fiction about an escape from a rockfall and a rescue;
  • ShortStory297—A Hunter in the City: a piece of flash urban fiction about trolls;
  • ShortStory298—Eliminating the Elite: a piece of flash science fiction about colonisation;
  • ShortStory299—A Brush with the Pack: a piece of flash speculative fiction about an escape from werewolves;
  • ShortStory300—Bus-Stop Friendship: a piece of flash speculative fiction about a chance meeting at a bus stop and an unlikely friendship;
  • ShortStory301—Chuweyla’s Grace: a piece of flash urban noir fiction about pixies and revenge;
  • ShortStory302—Chelovan: a piece of flash fantasy fiction about mercy… and dragons;
  • ShortStory303—Misty-Bridge Encounter: a piece of flash urban fiction about… trolls;
  • ShortStory305—Slavery’s End: a piece of flash science fiction about ending a piece of human slavery;
  • ShortStory306—To the Stars I Will Return: a piece of flash science fiction about different lifestyles of the future;
  • ShortStory307—Dinosaurs and Dragons: a piece of flash speculative fiction about dinosaurs, dragons and choices;
  • ShortStory308—Immigration: a piece of flash science fiction about immigration in the future;
Location: Canberra ACT 2601, Australia

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