Writing a Chick Lit but merging genres

So I write Chick Lit BUT I've recently become acquainted with the idea that I can merge genres and possibly get away with it.

Merging genres you say? Isn't that just silly or wrong or erroneous or far fetched muck and gore nonsense?

Yes possibly and IT'S FUN.

Besides, look at Neil Gaiman (one of my fave writers: don't you just love Coraline and Stardust and Good Omens with Terry Pratchett?!!).

Neil Gaiman does it. NOPE - he doesn't write Chick Lit, BUT he wrote Anansi Boys and he says about it and I quote: "It's a scary, funny sort of a story, which isn't exactly a thriller, and isn't really horror, and doesn't quite qualify as a ghost story (although it has at least one ghost in it), or a romantic comedy (although there are several romances in there, and it's certainly a comedy, except for the scary bits).”

So the Chick Lit novel I started a while ago is merging into a THRILLER and isn't that just wonderful? I certainly love it.

I've even tossed in some paranormal activity with a ghost, named Victor. And a ghosthunter. And a group of professional ghosthunters, dubbed GAGA, which stands for Ghostseekers Anonymous Gallivanting Around-the-world.

So isn't that fun?

Here is my short synopsis:

Ghosts! Sex! Madness! Murder! And Chocolate! Jara Jade and all her quirky addicted-addled friends have serious problems. She has a chocolate addiction, AND she’s just been stabbed almost-to-death by a mysterious X, and the best she can do right now is recover and stay with her sex-addicted best friend, Jazhette, sleeping on an acid pink couch after losing her shitty temp accounting job (because of her sex-addicted friend’s sexploits at work – a guilt by association type of thing). Her boyfriend having kicked her out, her “career” in the loo, and herself a major chocoholic with a tendency to foam at the mouth and hallucinate; her other best friend, Chryssa, is subsequently murdered so she attempts to solve the crime with help from her quirky and odd friends: amid her magician friend, Gloria, (flanked by a pissed-off ghost), Sheena, a friend addicted to gambling (they do daily interventions and now she has an assigned “bodyguard”), and Chryssa, who is a spy-in-training (a SPIT) who takes it to the next level by spying on everyone and unearthing deepest darkest secrets and a plethora of skeletons, and another friend, Sabrina, who winds up being an ex-serial killer in therapy (a SKIT) turned hit woman, etc. There are several questions Jara needs to answer: whose body was buried next to Jazhette's tomato plants, will she make it with her new career as a writer, has her dead friend Chryssa really hooked up with Gloria’s ghost/past life ex-boyfriend, Victor, and is there life after not having a life and if so, why does it have to be smack-dabbled dunked-deep in the heart of murder and much foul play? This is an acid-spiked black comedy from the quirkiest depths of despair and…well, Hell.

Basically it's about a quirky girl festooned with bad luck who wants to Get A Life and wonders if she ever can with a chockful of murders and with friends like serial killers and ghosthunters, and accidental magicians and sex-addictions, who needs enemies?

It's all meant to be fun and there's even a little romance, thus, it IS after all Chick Lit. Luscious and chocolate inducing fun.

I'll be tossing a few scenes and chapters on my blog so stay tuned for the doomed and glorious adventure.