On occasion the character I am working on is bigger and grander than their wee form can hold.
Their entire story unfolds between us, whether it’s an elf, a robot or a driftwood hoarding dragon. The origins, history or even just a wee slice-of-life moment emerges. Enjoy.
Written by me with occasional corrections by nosy fairies and grumpy mushrooms.
“Tell the humans I can run!” Calls out the chanterelle from my shelves of characters, where they are cheerfully admiring their own footsies and regaling the others with tales tall and short….
Listening closely to the Scavenger elf, who is describing the exact hat they want made from a tube cap and who is insisting that their hair should be wild and magnificent.