My Life as a Ghost Writer

It’s time to tell my own story

Allison Gauss
Human Parts
Published in
4 min readNov 27, 2018

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I never had time to be a writer. After all, I had my job at the FedEx/Kinko’s, I had church Sundays and Wednesdays, I had dogs to feed and walk, and then there are all the other little chores associated with living.

Who has the time to sit around and write down all their thoughts and feelings and memories? I sure didn’t.

Now all I have is time. Time and the burning desire to leave my mark on the literary world. Unfortunately, breaking into writing as a ghost has proved far more difficult than I thought it would be.

For one thing, there’s the simple act of… well… writing.

Now that I don’t have a physical form, I can’t hold a pen, let alone type. And then there’s the fact that my landlord threw out all my things — including my old desktop PC!

Even if I did have corporeal fingers to type with, I don’t know the password to the computer that the new family in my apartment has. I used to keep my password on a sticky note on the monitor, but they don’t do that.

Different strokes, I suppose.

Who has the time to sit around and write down all their thoughts and feelings and memories? I sure didn’t.

But after lots of trial and error, I’ve found a way to write! When I really concentrate, I can finger paint on the wall. I don’t know where the red paint comes from. It almost looks like blood, but it can’t be — I don’t have any.

Like I said, it works only when I really focus and concentrate on manifesting my words in the physical world, so I have to do it late at night when the little family of three is asleep and won’t bother me. I could never gather my thoughts with all the gasping and screaming they do in the mornings.

It’s actually quite insulting. I mean, how would you feel if someone read something you’d been working on all night and screamed in horror?

Sure, I make a lot of false starts, but that’s just part of the creative process, isn’t it?

For instance, I originally meant to write about how I never left my hometown until I was 10 and went on a vacation to Disney…

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Allison Gauss
Human Parts

Writer, musician, improvisor, recovering pessimist.