When I installed an ebook reader on my 770 last Thursday, I went looking for books to put on it. Among the ones I found were the first five books of Edgar Rice Burroughs' Barsoom series, which I must admit I had never read. I'm currently working my way through the fourth book, Thuvia, Maid of Mars, though I accidentally read the fifth one, Chessmen of Mars, before it.
I've had an idea for a novel of my own floating around in my head for some time now, so tonight I downloaded and installed an opensource word processor on the 770, with hopes that I can work on it whenever a few spare moments come my way, wherever I might be. After doing so, I set to work on the inaugural paragraph of the first chapter.
And then erased it again, because what I had written was unmistakably in the stilted, archaic phraseology of Edgar Rice Burroughs. Gah! Good thing (mien) I hadn't (attar) been reading (demesne) Stephen R. (clench) Donaldson...