Feed The Ghost

Ghosty, Part 1

The music to the Leonard Cohen tribute movie I’m Your Man was great. I downloaded the soundtrack before going back to bed.

I don’t plan to tell Buddy because he’ll give me his Canadian crap lecture. To be difficult, he would argue that Neil Young is overrated, and hasn’t written a good song since Buffalo Springfield.

“Are you happy, Ghosty?” I said out loud after the download finished. It was well past midnight and talking to ghosts seemed appropriate.

Ghosty was more understanding than Buddy, happy with new music. I wanted her on my side. Otherwise, she’d make a sport out of mocking me.

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Today, Ghosty had a sense of humor. I was working on a last minute writing project for a political campaign, occasionally cursing “these people are idiots.”

When music is playing, I write with great focus. When there is talking, I cannot write at all. So Ghosty interrupted me, sabotaging the flow of words with a little Steven Wright, or Steven Writing as Dee likes to call him.

Quote from I Still Have A Pony

I need one of those baby monitors for my subconscious to my consciousness so that I can really know what the hell I’m really thinking about. Sometimes I talk to myself fluently in languages I’m unfamiliar with. Just to screw with my subconscious.

As I scribbled out this post, long hand, at my freshly polished desk, with a newly lit candle, Ghosty pulled another dirty trick. She played The Traitor from I’m You Man. I recognized her when I heard this part:

A sun tanned woman yearned me through the summer
and the judges watched us from the other side

She was speaking, stalking or both.

…continued