Because I don’t know what the characters are going to do, it’s also a case of: What are they going to do? Why are they here? What am I doing with it? And that becomes not amusing at all, actually, more like a strain. So in a sense the amusement is in the characters—well, I suppose amusement is the wrong word. I am entertaining myself. I am pleasing myself, I suppose. And it’s in the characters, that’s where the pleasure is. The characters are easier to be inside than the plot is to control, in some ways, I think.
