Mine do, suddenly they take turns against my will. Needless to say, I have only limited control over my own imagination. Something that can be rather troubling at times, as well as... distracting at others. Yet also, strangely rewarding. When the stories are done I feel that... I wouldn't have been able to write them as well as they did themselves, through me. How about you, glorious inhabitants of this forum on the god-like act of writing?