"Forty! That's a lot more than me," Winston said, clearly impressed. He was privately confused at first as to what Natty meant about being a ghost writer. The man was living... right? And ghosts couldn't write solid missives without human help. He briefly reached out to poke the mans arm. Very solid and not at all ghostlike. Besides, ghosts were translucent. Then the not under my name part made sense as his brain finally connected the two statements.

"I wonder if I have read any of them," he mused. "I think it is destiny that I have met you as well. Will you ever write anything under your own name?"