"You!" said Evil Editor. "Did the penitentiary crumble? Surely they did not let you out on purpose."
"No, dear brother, I convinced the warden with this." He pulled a pistol from his belt and pointed it at Evil Editor. It dropped to the floor because, sadly, he had only one finger. The brothers, Evil Editor and Evil Writer, struggled for the gun. Five-fingers Evil beat out his brother easily.
"Now, what do you want?"
"I want you to edit my novel," said Evil Writer. "It's a meta-fiction piece about my reading circle behind bars, called "Novel Deviations."
And so the brothers fought again, this time for a book title instead of a gun. Both lost this battle for they received terrible reviews. "This novel is no novel at all," said the NewYorker. "It seems more like loose collection of story snippets, jokes and word-play. It is far too literary for me."
The Library Review said, "This is supposed to teach me how to write well? It reads more like a trashy jailhouse novel. Not recommended."
And so, both brothers became depressed. Evil Writer returned to his past, visiting convenience stores in the wee hours of the morning. Evil Editor began rehashing his material on his blog, cartoons with no captions, stories about those cartoons. He even stopped seeing his girlfriend who lived, apparently, at the corner of 2nd an 17th. She was not a cheap date, but was kind-hearted. But she tracked Evil Editor down and talked some sense into him.
"I don't take credit," she said.
Evil Editor had a wake-up call, then. He logged in to his favorite computer at the public library and added brand-new material to his blog. Life was good.