In other news, I recently discovered a very strange, counter-productive site called "I Write Like," which tells you just that. I put in part of my rough rough rough 36 pages. The result?
Really. Interesting. Have I ever read Stephen King? Nope. Thinking this was maybe a fluke, I skipped to a section I wrote a while ago, and got this:
That's more like it. Also, how did I get from Stephen King to Neil Gaiman? Naturally, I had to keep experimenting. So, in the next section I got this:
I'm pretty sure that's not even her name, people. Seriously, I clicked the link and it said, "Did you mean Anne Rice?"
At one point, I even wrote like Dan Brown. Ha!
My personal favorite:
You know what would have been easier? Using the whole 36 pages.
Gaiman wins. I can live with that.
And now you know.