I came across this quote while reading Kurt Vonnegut’s Breakfast of Champions, and I thought it was an appropriate reflection on controlling one’s characters:

“Here was the thing about my control over the characters I created: I could only guide their movements approximately, since they were such big animals. There was inertia to overcome. It wasn’t as though I was connected to them by steel wires. It was more as though I was connected to them by stale rubberbands.”

Happy writing, everyone!