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This year I'll be making things up as I go. No planning's been done. Nothing will be set in stone and everything from genre to tense may change at any point.

A giant free-writing session.
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It started as a piece of dark fantasy about a witch-hunt. At the fourth chapter a galactic apocalypse showed up and there is a space ship.

Just diverted into a horror short story about the unknowable. Ended up at a bit over 2k words.

Now it's a kind of stream-of-consciousness thing about a rip between worlds that causes the souls of our dead to take root in the bodies of a race of ice-people. 20,000 words to go with one day left at this point. Tomorrow will be interesting

In the end all the stories and tangents were tied together in a surreal piece of nonsense where simply imagining something made it real, and the universe was ripping itself apart due to all the conflicting realities.