My novel? Oh, it’s this wild blend of cyberpunk and magical realism—imagine neon-lit alleyways where hackers duel with spells instead of code. The protagonist’s a street musician who discovers her guitar can manipulate time, but only when she plays in sync with the city’s heartbeat. It started as a short story, then spiraled into this sprawling thing with underground factions and sentient neon signs. I wanted to mash up the grit of 'Neuromancer' with the lyrical strangeness of 'The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle.'
Honestly, half the fun’s in worldbuilding—like how corporations use enchanted contracts that literally bind souls, or how the homeless population trades in fragments of forgotten memories. Genre hybrids are my jam because life doesn’t fit tidy boxes, right? The feedback I get either loves the chaos or begs for more traditional fantasy, but hey, rules are for bestsellers.