This is a story about a grandfather being awesome, AS THEY OFTEN ARE. My own grandfather was immune to pain, an inventor, and the guy who taught me how to mix a manhattan (the key ingredient is “lots of booze.”)
*emerges from underground writing bunker*
Oh, hey, everyone. It’s been a while. I’ve been down there working the Novel Forge all winter. Haven’t really been paying attention to what’s happening topside. I trust you all have been taking good care of everything?
*reads news*
*slinks back into bunker*
Novellas are so cool these days. So awesome.
Before I started writing I had never heard of a novella. I had to look it up. They’re roughly 10k-15k words, so they’re around a fifth of a short novel. They aren’t short stories. Short stories are capped at around 5k. When I was first trying to publish stories, I found absolutely no outlets for novellas. Either they didn’t exist or they were so well hidden that I never found them.
Now they’re all the rage. Brian McClellan wrote piles of them for his Powder Mage series. Matt Wallace has some standalone novellas coming out on Tor soon. Kevin Hearne, Delilah Dawson, and Chuck Wendig are smashing three novellas together into and selling it in one delicious piece. And yeah, I have mine out now, too.
