On not becoming a cyborg

I was a voracious reader as a kid, and I noticed a funny phenomenon: whatever writer I had most recently read, my next paper for English class would sound like them. If I read a bunch of Stephen King, I’d sound like Stephen King. If I read the Narnia series, I’d sound like C.S. Lewis (complete with British spellings and antiquated turns of phrase). I know I’ve carried this tic into adulthood. As much as I’ve tried to find my own consistent voice in my blog writing, I know that whatever author I last read is sitting there in the back of my head, weighing in on my word choices and sentence rhythm. So imagine my alarm when, in my last blog post, the word “load-bearing” popped into my head. I used scare quotes and even called it out as a “Claude-ism,” but I couldn’t fight the feeling that it was le mot juste. I couldn’t find another phrase that felt more appropriate. And as Stephen King said, if you have to hunt for a word in the thesaurus, it’s the wrong word, so I went with it. The most…