Apparently I write like Stephen King sometimes. I have never read any of his books. In fact I'm afraid to read his books. I'll probably have nightmares for years. At other times I write like this Canadian/journalist/science fiction author called Cory Doctorow (see Leslie, I told you I'd loved to be Canadian - there's a little in me already). I also wrote like David Foster Wallace in this post. He hanged himself at the age of 46 - which is a scary thought. If you've read that post of mine, you'd probably understand why I could've written like someone who killed himself. Now, I'm also a little bit of J.D. Salinger, Margaret Atwood, Chuck Palahniuk and Margaret Mitchell. All of whom I have not read. (I don't read much, which explains why)
I'm a dash of this and a dash of that. This analytical tool can't really give me the same name everytime I analyze my text. So, I've come to a conclusion that I write like.....ME!
I write from my heart. I write from my sometimes (or oftentimes) complicated mind. I write to put my thoughts down before they disappear. I write for memory's sake before Alzheimer's takes it away. I don't hope to write like someone famous or hope to be someone famous. I don't hope that everyone who reads my blog will like what I write (there's a blog out there for everyone). I write for the love of writing. So, yeah, I'd like to think I write like the one and only...ME.
Hey, go analyze your text! It's fun! Would you come back and tell me who you write like?
