Today my muse sauntered in and sent me off on a flurry of writing.  As my fingers flew over the keyboard I swore, I wasn’t going to look back until my train of thought derailed.

     Out of nowhere, my little editor appeared and began to jump about on my shoulder screaming for attention.  I do wish they’d arrive on different days or at least take separate vacations.  Two chapters in and my train screeched to a halt.

     “You know, this would be a great place to throw in a red herring.”  My muse sat back in the chair behind me and stretched.  “I’m sorry I left you in a lurch but I really needed a vacation.  How about this for a what if scenario?”

     “Oh, that’s good.”  My fingers waltzed over the keys.

     “What if your main character gets backed into a corner here?”

     “I like that.  It works.”  The waltz became a boogie woogie.

     “This looks like a great place to start a new chapter.”

     “You’re right.  It will perfect.”  We were rocking now.

     Something kicked me in the left ear.  “Ow.”  My little editor had announced his arrival.

     “Reread that.  Your grammar sucks there.”

     “I can do that later, I’m on a roll here.”  My typing slowed and I reread the paragraph he’d pointed out.  “Crap.”  My finger hovered over the delete key.

     My muse bolted upright.  “Don’t do it.  Move on.  I have more ideas.” 

     Too late.  The train had stopped.  I flipped off my little editor and asked, “Why don’t you go on vacation?”