So this made me happy...

Or it would if I could get the frigging HTML to work...

I write like
J. R. R. Tolkien

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

Except then of course I started to think like a statistician. 'Your writing is most like 'x'' is not any guarantee that your writing is at all like 'x', just that it is more like 'x' than any of the other options in the list. So then I wondered how many fantasy writers were in the list of 'great writers' available for comparison. As an experiment I took another sample of text from my book, and this time found one which did not contain the words 'Elf', 'Elves' or 'Elvish' (which is surprisingly tricky for a book in which the main character is half Elvish). To my distinct delight I got the same result. I scanned the sample of text more carefully and discovered it contained the phrase 'company of riders'. Hmmm, thought I.

So then I found a part which was basically description of landscape. I got Rudyard Kipling. Which is still kind of cool. Then I picked another section, which contained a small amount of dialogue. Mario Puzo. WTF?

So my book is apparently a Tolkienesque tale set in far Mandelay where everyone talks like mobsters.

What else is going on...

My keyboard is being a bit odd, so I apologise if I skip letters. Actually it seems to be okay now. It just seemed to be struggling to keep up with me in the last post.

So mum and dad got away at 4:30am on Tuesday. That is a real time. I should know. I was awake. And they were only stuck in Brisbane for one day before the waters receded enough that they could get home, although apparently it was a bit hairy getting out to my sister's house. And once I'd gone back to bed and tossed and turned and then gotten up again I discovered that my mother had left her handbag here. Her handbag with her Kindle, her keys, her mobile phone, her wallet, and the parking ticket for the airport. So if you've always thought I am a bit absent minded, now you know where I get it from.

Also Ashwyn's bug seems to have hit the rest of us. Liam got it on the first day back to school, which seemed awfully convenient, but he does seem to be genuinely sick (getting called up to school today because he had diarrhoea was one clue). In myself and Andy it seems to have manifested as exhaustion, headaches and bilious nausea. Fun, fun, fun. I'm half tempted to suggest that it's listeriosis, but it's hard to think of something among the usual culprits that cause that that the boys would actually eat.