Actually, it’s Mythical Nonfiction.

I finally named my genre.

MYTHICAL NONFICTION.

It lives in my writing, my music, my parenting, my relationships, my leadership, and my gardening. I freaking LIVE this way.

Mythical Nonfiction is when everything is true, but it reads like a legend.

It’s when you drop tiny factual jelly beans — real geology, real history, real science — and people look them up and whisper, “Wait… that’s actually real?”

Yes. Welcome to the show.

And for my music specifically, the sub‑genre is:

Mythical Nonfiction bedroomcore.

Born from the ancient tradition of taping a microphone to the piano, slamming the tape‑deck record button as quietly as humanly possible, and sprinting to the bench before the machine picked up the sound of my socks - the bedroomcore genre emerged in my late teens as I also started migrating to guitar. Clearly it has recently been amended.

Anyway, if you’ve been trying to figure out what I do: It’s this. This is the thing.

Mythical freaking Nonfiction. Boom.