Everyone’s been buzzing about that I Write Like site, so I decided to check it out. I plugged in a few sentences from my current WIP (an historical fantasy, mind you), and it told me I wrote like David Foster Wallace. Yeah, ok, and my dog writes like William Faulkner. It didn’t take me long to figure out that it’s pretty much a random generator, spitting out results based on a few key phrases in your writing. So I decided to have a little fun with it. My entries and results, if I may.
London is cool. There are trains there. Trains that leave from platforms. Trains that leave from platforms at King’s Cross. Bugger!
I had a wand once. Yes, it was a ribbon wand, but I carried it around and pretended I could do magic gymnastics. Get in shape, girl!
Horror! Oh the suspense is killing me!
You want to hear a story? I was supposed to chop down a tree with an axe once. My dad told me to. The tree was standing there, shining down on me like a rabid dog. This reminded me of a dog I knew when I lived in Maine. I loved that dog, so I couldn’t hurt the tree. It would have been misery.
Once upon a time, in a land far, far away, I got a whole book full of stickers that sparkled. They sparkled like vampires. One of the stickers said that love wasn’t really love unless it hurt you. Deep thoughts for a sticker.
This guy Jacob hurt me once. He had a dog that was as big as a werewolf. I was only going out with him because he drove a Volvo. He dumped me and I was sad.