Wordsmithing: G&T @@ JD and me

Sunday, 18 July 2010

G&T @@ JD and me

Have you played with the site that analyses your writing?

Twitter's Guy Kawaski at Alltop provided the link.

It is called I Write Like.

This was the quickest piece of analysis I have ever done. It was a lot of fun too.

"Want to know who you write like? You can go to I Write Like, paste in a sample of your writing, and find out. The site has analyzed approximately 1.5 million samples of text already. The creator of the site, Dmitry Chestnykh, explains how it works." etc

I got side tracked by my results.

I write like JD Salinger!

That will do for me.

Me and JD are like -x- that now. :-)

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Susan Fields18 July 2010 at 22:12
How awesome! I had many, many authors come up in all the samples I analyzed, but J.D. Salinger didn't come up once.
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Anne R. Allen18 July 2010 at 22:16
We've been having a lot of fun with this over on my blog, too. A lot of us are finding we write like David Foster Wallace, and we've never read David Foster Wallace. Nathan Bransford and I found our current work is like James Joyce. Nathan thinks it may just be a random author-name generator, but it sure is fun.
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Jemi Fraser19 July 2010 at 02:55
It is a fun site. :)

Apparently on my blog I write like Margaret Atwood. In my ms, I write like Stephen King. :) Lots of fun!
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I was running late. But, it was nothing I couldn’t make up with a bit of effort. I shook my head. Confident and happy? I smiled. Increasing my stride, I pushed until the muscles in my legs burned. I kept up the pace even when the hill grew steeper.

Magpie Lane was hardly wider than a ribbon that edged the woods but that didn’t stop traffic using it to get to the motorway quicker. Large trucks and fast cars loved Magpie Lane. They sent vibrations running through me rising from the soles of my trainers. I felt the disturbance in the ground, even before the air pressure tried to knock me off balance. I hunched my shoulders as the cab hauling a container spat stones up at me.

Jogging on the spot, at the entrance to woodland, I ached to leave the road and go inside. My Mum was probably still asleep but I could hear her you-never-know-what might-be-in-there lecture buzzing on repeat inside my head. I should run safe. Not even I would argue that running through the woods on my own was the best definition of safe but I wanted to run-wild and the woodland offered me that. This early, I should be safe from axe murderers or perverts in the trees and besides, I was fast.

I jogged down the slope into the trees. From two paces in, I felt different. Freer. It felt so right. Running in the woods did great things for my style. Avoiding the roots and dodging branches forced my stride longer, I had to step higher. The woodland, The Weald, was only a sliver of ancient woodland that the developers forgot to build on but it felt like it could have been anywhere. Everywhere. At any time. The oaks and beech trees dominated the space and the skinny, silver-birches squeezed up beside them. I laughed. For a second, the woods reminded me of school and I needed to run a lot faster.

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Sunday, 18 July 2010

G&T @@ JD and me

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