A Long WalkI leaned back in my seat, rolled my shoulders and then stretched my arms behind my chair, feeling the release of the tension. On the laptop screen, the cursor flashed below the last sentence. There was no more to be made of the Spanish script, and nothing more to be gleaned from my frenetic research. The draft, the best I could manage, was sitting on just under twenty-thousand words, which was too short, much too short to be even a novella, but too long to be a short story. A novelette? Novelettes were just about unheard of. Who wrote a novelette? Besides, they were typically light and romantic and frivolous, not heavy and charged with significance as the draft on my laptop. I had no idea what to do with a novelette. Did novelettes win prizes? I wondered if there might be ways t
