I Write Like...

Edeyn Okay, so I spend a lot of time on FaceBook, and many of my friends and relatives post memes {pronounced 'meem'} -- the little tests that tell you what character from movie X you are like, or what kind of bean you're like, or how many roads you must travel {42}, etc. I normally don't even give them thought, but a good friend of mine who is pretty much the embodiment of youthful exuberance even though she's approaching 30 posted a fantastically interesting one that I had to try.
It is an analyzer for writing style to tell you which famous author you have a similar writing style to... so I tried a couple of samples.

Here are my samples and my results:
This was my response on a fun forum to which I belong for the question, "Cake or Pie?"

I shall choose the noble cheesecake. You see, when this very same querulous question were put to those deciding what the traditional treat consumed for the anniversary of each person's passing from a parasitic to an autonomous existence and the decision was made, rather than leave the query to the decision of the celebrants or even the individual marking the milestone it was decided that it should now and forever be, "Cake," of course. This was accepted. Many centuries later, however, the quiet and unassuming cheesepie (as she was called in those days of yore) volunteered to give up her essence, indeed her core identity as pie and infiltrate the social order of cake to try and understand what exactly these more sinister pastries -- you must admit and allow that cakes are the more devious of the two classifications, and infinitely more prone to nefarious deeds, to collude or conspire -- were doing to so indomitably retain their hold on the masses engaging in jubilation for such an interminable long time. What she found horrified her. Aghast at her decision to never again be allowed to join her sisters (for pie are all female and cake are all male) and instead be required to endure always being referred to as the sissy little brother, what she discovered in her investigation drove her to the depths of despair. She accepted her fate for a long while, silently suffering and her original state of being forgotten even to the great meat pie mother that was older than all other pies. Cheesepie had been amongst the eldest of pies, beaten only by the meat pie and few others in age. Of course, cake had been around for eight centuries when meat pie came to be over 2,170 years ago (cheesepie having originated only decades after meat pie). It was not until the 14th century that cheesecake decided that she needed to shake off her depression and deliver her report, whether the pie elders recalled having sent her on her mission or not! it took her another four hundred years to make that report, and her former existence had by then been erased from history. The report itself was astounding -- cakes, while just as nefarious and downright deceptive as has always been thought, had no influence in the decision at all. People simply lacked the imagination to effect change and were bound by the tradition as had been long established. She had become inured to the tauntings of being called a sissy and a pouf, but in these new times a thought occurred to her... being a pouf meant that she would be expected to associate with the pies, as they were all the girls. She began to help in the fight for rights of those that were of the minority in terms of their gender identity and sexual preference -- after all, every LGBT{I(Q)} rally that I have ever seen has had present as one of the many snacks of choice... cheesecake. Success was immediate and now anything that is emotionally charged with a happy feeling is referred to as... cheesecake. So, join me, fellow Oddballs, in rejoicing in the rich and lustrously varied history of one of my heroines. The noble and nigh deified cheesecake as a choice in this divisive question of personal choice.


I write like
Jonathan Swift

I Write Like by Mémoires, Mac journal software. Analyze your writing!

Author of Gulliver's Travels -- so pretty nifty! My second sample was:
This is a sample from the beginning of my story, Victoriana...

Methinks, then, that I awoke in but an instant at the sounding of the chimes, meant to rouse me from the arms of Morpheus and to call my return clarion from prowling the lands of Noddis Ca'raan. And then whilst most distractedly and in a spate of uffish thought, mine arm didst throw off of myself the winsome companions of my mattresses -- indeed of my bed itself -- both furred and shirred. They did not cry out, for I had not given them voice nor leave to make words.

To my feet I ... stumbled. Much as I would prefer to boldly state that I sprang immediately to stance, it was instead more of a churlish and unpatterned series of rollicking thumps upon my bedchamber carpets punctuated by the cracking of my spine.

But stumbled, I did. In my stupor, still valiantly efforting to throw off the influences of the King of Dream, I made my way to the chamber containing the mad device used to whisk away all of mine offal and waste.

Groggily, as I settled there bemoaning my utter lack of some of the delightfully arcane brew of the Ethiopians (the one that restores the potence and senses of all those with the proclivities toward glacial awakenings), the terrestrial stage coalesces into existence and envelops my being...


I write like
James Joyce

I Write Like by Mémoires, Mac journal software. Analyze your writing!

Author of Ulysses and A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man -- so still spiffy!

I find it interesting that both authors I got as a result are Irish with other similarities such as when they were writing, as well!

Thought I'd share and let folks here join in the fun!


Edeyn Hannah Blackeney
Wasn't it Jim Henson who said, "Without faith, I am nothing," after all? No, wait, that was God... Sorry, common mistake to make...