Picking the right character to stick into a juicy plot is terribly fun. I adore this part of the process.
Creaking open the old wardrobe of fictional folks I’ve kept tucked into the back of the mind since childhood, I sort gleefully through the unstoried souls.
Holding each character up to the fresh plot’s light, I angst over the choice in the most silly of fashions. When the decision is finally made, it is with regret that I push the old wardrobe’s door closed, promising those left within that I will be back for them someday.
Chloe, the Wardrobe Keeper