I’ve noticed something peculiar about me.
Say I’m imagining Sleeves, my rock ‘n’ roll dragon homeboy from the “Big City, Little Magics” ‘verse. As near as I can figure, Sleeves happens to be about 5-feet-6-inches tall. And yet, in my imagination, I tend to be viewing him from above. As if I am more than 5-feet-6-inches tall.
And mind you: I too am 5’3”.
So why in the worlds do I picture myself as being so much taller?
For that matter, how much taller do I seem to think and/or feel I am?
As tall as Robin Hood’s right-hand Merry Man, Little John, at 7 feet? No, not nearly; everyone, including my imaginary self, has to look up at him.
What about Sir Wilbur Lamb, from my “Inspired” novels? His in-world author Annabelle marked him down as 6’1”, and I find myself looking up at him, too.
So, good, we’re narrowing this down. Do I think I’m 5’11”, as Manchester Leif noted himself to be in “The Self-Construction of Couch” (BCLM, book 3)? Not quite; he feels a little taller than me – as does Will Scarlet, at 5’10”.
That leaves me apparently thinking I’m somewhere between 5-foot-7 or -9-inches tall – at least on the inside.
I have no idea why my brain behaves this way, but it’s easily the least of my problems.
In marginally related news, I’ve lately written another “Big City, Little Magics” short story!
Starring whom: Manchester Leif.
Set roughly when: A short while after Book 3.
What it’s about: Coming out of a soul-fog and into yourself.
The title: “By Any Other Name”.
You’re welcome to read it for free (in the “Extra-Little Magics” section) on ArchiveOfOurOwn.org (also known, AO3).
‘What?’ says somebody. ‘Not on Wattpad.com?’
Nah. I’ve removed all of my works from that platform. Short answer, the terms of agreement there meant Wattpad would be permitted to make money off of my story ideas, and I’m not interested in allowing them that option. But no need to fret, because – like this newest short story – all the BCLM fics once on Wattpad can now be found on AO3. Enjoy at your leisure.
‘Til next I imagine out loud,