Holy Crap, I Ran Outta Room

Ok, last post, I was happily chatting away about my copy-cat style of writing, when blogger cut me off. Didn't see that coming.

Anyway, I was talking about how I might end up writing in the style of Chuck Palahniuk. It's obviously not happening now, but itmight show up in later posts.

For example, in my next post, you might see some bbad haikus. You have been warned. . .

How I Write

I'm not entirely sure if I have a real writing style or not. Looking back, I notice that I tend to take on the style of whatever author I find interesting. For example, in my first blog, I was obsessed with the writing of Lemony Snicket. For those of you with no childhood, he is the author of the Series of Unfortunate Events, a series that chroniclized the misery of the Baudelaire children. But I digress. The point is, in that particular blog, the style was so identical, it could have been written by Handler himself.

Currently though, I have been reading the works of Chuck Palahniuk. For those of you with no humor, he is the author of Fight Club. I've been reading a few of his books and seen the movie only a bah-zillion times, so as a result, I have been slipping into his style of writing, even to go as far as to mentally narrate myself as if I were a character with an audience of readers. So don't be alarmed if you notice a slight similarity. I hope to grow out of this habit