An Author, an Editor, and a ghostwriter walk into a Bar...

The author as a reader sits alone at the center of the bar, filled with useless adjectives, and empty verbs.

Lonely (adv.): A state of feeling alone, even when surrounded by others. Loneliness is a feeling of distress and discomfort, and suffering from the lack of social connection.

"...Loneliness devours the great author's hours... (...)..."

The writer writes the alphabet in a code unique to her thoughts alone.

while at the bar Called Neon Moon...

Billie sits alone in mexico City. BIllie, who I'm calling The author (for the time being)...orders a hot Chocolate, and sits alone with her book and her mug of hot chocolate. The mug brings warmth to her skin, her mouth, her throat, and her lungs. Feeling cozy she begins to read her book called Queer. The Bartender ignores her while She ignores the bartender in favor of her book. "Queer" is the novel she is currently working on reading. Frankly her copy of this book has been waiting patiently for her to read it for years now. For years now it sat dormant until today. She wonders if books get lonely. She only knows for sure that authors like her are lonely. Solitude is a part of the job. It is her least favorite part of the job really. The best part of the job for this author is the (money.) No the best part of the job is the fame. It is the community you get to create with your audience. The best part of the job is an audience. She was William S Burroughs audience for the time being as she read her personal copy of Queer. So far she has only read the introduction which is a personal essay by Burroughs dated "February 1985." Burroughs was a closted gay heroin addict who lived in Mexico City during the 1950's. A dangerous man this William S. Burroughs. To be a writer in Mexico City as an expat pervert. That's not what's interesting about Burrough's little introductory essay right before the start of "Queer" Here is what is interesting to me from the introduction to "Queer" is Burroughs' motivations in retrospect for writing Queer:

"My motivations to write Queer were more complex , and are not clear to me at the present time . Why should I wish to chronicle so carefully these extremely painful and unpleasant and lacerating memories?"

William S Burroughs who wrote the novel Queer, asks himself the question, "Why do I write?"

"Why do I write?"

Asks

The Author

"Why do I drink?"

...

The Editor as the writer walks into the bar,:

"Why do I write?" asks the Editor in the morning, walking into the bar The Neon Moon. He orders a warm cup of hot coffee, thinking about William S Burrough's question:

"Why should I wish to chronicle so carefully these extremely painful and unpleasant and lacerating memories?"

The Editor wonders silently to himself with a warm cup of hot coffee finally warm in his hands. His hands were freezing until this hot cup of warm coffee filled his skin with much welcomed warmth. His thoughts are tingling as he continues to wonder

"Why should I wish to chronicle so carefully these extremely painful and unpleasant and lacerating memories?

"Why do I write?" the editor asks the writer inside himself to himself out loud again this time laughing eyes drifting to his current book.

"Why do I read?" He asks himself...

I carry books around with my nose up in the air. A guilty man. A murderer. No I'm not, but I'm intrigued by dangerous characters. I like to watch dangerous characters in books like they are lions at the zoo. They fascinate me because they terrify me. He too has been reading the same copy of Queer by William S Burroughs as the writer. The same exact words the author has been reading.

The book club meets tonight at four. ((19:30) The editor has only read the retrospective introduction. so far and has stopped reading to think about William S Burroughs question to himself--"Why do I write, why do I read."

524 words. Five hundred and twenty four words to go. FivehundredandtwenfiveFivehundredandtwentysix.

535 words

I read because I am bored. I am afraid I am bored, and I am lonely. I might shoot myself in the head out of boredom. I won't though because I care about my audience for the time being. I am losing my God Forsaken mind Lord have mercy.

The editor looks at his clock and notices that it is quite yellow outside. 12:53 pm.

Coffee.

The Ghost(Writer)

"While it was I who wrote Junky. I feel that I was being written in Queer."

The deceased William S Burroughs wrote on Feb. 1985 Burroughs sets the record straight:

Writing as inoculation. Inoculation (n.)Writing as immunization.

"As soon as something is written , it loses the power of surprise."

"So I achieved some immunity from further perilous ventures along these lines by writing my experience down. "

The dead WIliam S Burroughs writes to know himself. Who is Lee? How much of Lee is WIlliam S Burroughs? What's the point? Allen Ginsberg calls William S Burroughs' writing as "...embarrassing,"

The dead Ginsberg calls William El Hombre Invisible. Actually Burroughs calls himself El Hombre Invisible, by claiming this was a nickname given to him by Mexico. Invisible.

At one point Denton had stopped to have coffee, and looking at the brass hinges on the cafe's window shutters; some of them broken; he was hit with a feeling of universal desolation and loss. So every event of that morning is charged with special significance, as if it were underlined" (pg xviii, Burroughs, Queer)

Burroughs, Williams. Queer. (Viking penguine inc. 1985)

Coffee sounds good about right now. Ghosts love coffee. Two-Hundred more words to go. WOo HOo!

`So the death of Joan brought me in contact with the invader ,the ugly spirit, and maneuvered

For the time being I am dead, a hungry ghost writer. Invisible to the material world. I wrote and then I died and now I read exclusively whatever tickles my fancy for the time being. Write now I am tickled by the book Queer by William S Burroughs. His insights about addictions are a mirror to my own experiences a gay closeted addict. For the time being I get my kicks out of retrospection. Retro is kind of our vibe as ghost. As ghost we are nostalgic, romantic, vintage, and fun. Am I worth knowing about? Is William S Burroughs better than me? is he worth knowing better than me?

I think so.

"When I started to write this companion text to Queer, I was paralyzed with a heavy reluctance, a writer's block like a strait jacket:" I glance at the manuscript of Queer, and feel I simply can't read it. My past was a poisoned river from which one was fortunate to escape, and by which one feels immediately threatened, years after the events recorded.--Painful to an extent I find it difficult to read, let alone to write about. Every word and gesture sets the teeth on edge."

William S Burroughs is holding up a mirror to me as a writer. Writing is a pain in the ass.