Prose Envy

I'm finding it incredibly difficult to write like myself at the moment. I don't have the clearest idea of what I write like in my purest, most unadulterated form (apparently I say things like "most unadulterated"), but I do constantly find myself wishing I wrote more like this person, or that person, or that famous author.

I read an incredibly beautiful story full of rich sensory experiences, and I want to include more vivid descriptions in my writing. I read a story that's elegant in its simplicity, and I want to adopt my own style to be more clean and concise. I read something funny, I want to be funny; I read something tragic, I want to be tragic. It goes on: more intellectual, more literary, more allegorical, more accessible, etc. etc. etc.

It's odd, this internet life where I pretend to be a writer.