“No, no, no you need to continue writing to the end.  Stop editing as you go,” my muse told me.

     I longed to bang my head on the keyboard to shake things loose in my brain.  “I can’t think straight enough to write at the moment so I thought doing some editing would be a good idea.”

     “Do it!  Do it!”  My little editor jumped up and down suddenly beside himself with excitement.

     “Pull yourself together,” I told him as I grabbed the, now two, editors from my shoulder and placed them on my desk.  “One of you hanging around here is enough.”

     An evil grin spread over my muse’s face.  “I can take care of them.”  She stood and made as if to catch them.

     I didn’t like the look in her eyes.  “Um, that’s okay.  I think he can handle it.”  I leaned close to the two dancing editors and whispered, “You’d better hide.  I think she means it.”

     Their faces turned red, then there were two small pops, and the editors were gone.

     “Rats, it would’ve given me great pleasure to smash them back into one.”  My muse flopped back into Gavin’s chair and flung her legs over the arm.

     “Too much pleasure I think.  Let’s get back to the book.”