Quite simply I have no idea which of ‘l’ and ‘t’ gets doubled in the name of this type of shorter fiction. I never get it right and it never sticks in my head – even when transcribing the word. So I’m just going to double ALL the consonants until JJ has me assassinated*.
I cave up on the Castalia House Campbell nominee – its existance was just making me not read rather than perservere. I’ll grant that the wordsmithing was substantially better than the normal stuff from the kyrpto-facsist wing of SF publishing but…it just wasn’t funny to me. Now, humour is fickle, so I’m not saying it is inherently unfunny but it didn’t raise even a whimsical smile. Nor did it raise any laughs from the so-bad-it-is-funny direction either. So, Rabids have failed on an additional count this year: not even producing stuff that was enjoyable to mock for its incompotence.
So onto nnovvellettess, which offers some interesting treats!
*[not an easy word to spell either.]