Characters are like children. Ornery at times, accomadating at others. But, mainly, impossible. Yet, despite their willfullness, I adore them because they are mine. From infancy, I've trained, groomed, and polished them to be released into a treacherous and critical world. Like reckless young adults, they test their boundaries - rarely, if ever, following my advice. Usually, they disregard my instruction, traverse dark paths, and get themselves into endless heaps of trouble that send my tale into a tumult. And, I must pick my young foolish characters up again, dust them off, bandange their wounds, and send them onward with a kiss. Almost always, I learn something about them I never knew before - whether it be a talent, a flaw, or an untold history - and the story is all the stronger for it.
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