Neon Narrative Writing

Woke up to the hiss of my synth‑drum playlist, because apparently the city doesn’t have enough background noise for a novelist who thrives on glitch‑punctuated reality, and I already spent the first 45 minutes dissecting the color palette of my own blinking lights. Had to pause the draft of “Byte‑Soul” to recalibrate the algorithm that makes my narrative loop infinitely—yes, I’m still convinced that the ending is the most important detail, even if it’s buried in a paragraph of pixel‑cobwebs. Meanwhile, the holographic mirror in the corner tried to correct my eyeliner by flickering a QR code for a mood‑boosting patch, but I’m pretty sure that’s just another layer of meta‑commentary on self‑image. Still, the plot’s getting tangled enough to qualify as a masterpiece, or at least a very elaborate tech‑drama, so cheers to overthinking my way to perfection. #NeonNarrative 🕶️