Progress Report: Week Ending September 17, 2016

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Yes, this is the week-before-last’s report. Yes, it’s late. Yes, a lot has happened. And, yes, <sigh> my routine and priorities have changed, again. This week was the week where the change began. The week just gone – see tomorrow’s report – is the week where things changed… again. And, well, we’ll see…

Overview


  • New words produced: 1,862
  • Old words revised: 0
  • Outlines and Notes: 0
  • Works completed: 10 (10 short works for incorporation into two collections)
  • Works revised: 0
  • Covers created: 0
  • Works published: 0
  • Works submitted: 0
  • Competitions Entered: 0
  • Bloggery: 3,948
  • University Prep and Assignments: 0


Story-A-Week Catch-Up Challenge Update


  • Nil. Poetry catch-up was the focus.

Stepping Up Challenge Update


  • Languages: DuoLingo commitment made up to Friday, when things changed.
  • Non-Fiction Reading: Nil

Ingress Challenge Updates


  • Via Lux Medal Progress: 325/300 new, unique portals visited for September.

Publishing Tasks



New Arrivals


The following pieces arrived last week and were completed:

  • FF590—When Women Fight: a story set in war time – fantasy, future, or present, you decide;
  • FF591—The Osiran Flight: a piece of science fiction flash set on a world that needs help;
  • FF592—Mission’s End: a piece of science flash fiction about law enforcement;
  • FF593—An Encounter with Unicorns: a piece of urban flash fantasy about unicorns;
  • FF594—The Curse of Foresight: a piece of science fiction flash about a generations-passed ‘gift’;
  • Poem817—Politicians): my first attempt at an epigram;
  • Poem818—Farewell to the World I Knew: a Horatian ode that farewells an old life and world;
  • Poem819—Trolls at Full Night: a kyrielle about a battle with trolls;
  • Poem820—Ode to a Starry Night: an ode about space exploration, from the perspective of the space explorer;
  • Poem821—Santa’s Hummingbirds: a short science fiction verse about adapting old traditions to new worlds, set in the world of the previous poem Ode to Hummingbirds
Location: Canberra ACT, Australia

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