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.”)
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?
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.