Way back in Feb 2015 I had the thrill of publishing one of my longer stories, The Crosstown Kid. There it was, on Amazon, complete with professional artwork and a for-real ISBN number and everything. See me beaming.
A whole twenty-two days later, the publisher went under. (Not because of my story. Dear God, I hope not, anyway. Post Hoc does not Ergo Propter Hoc, remember.) See me sad-facing.
At that time I vowed the story would find another home.
Then I promptly forgot about it. Continue reading The Crosstown Kid… No Longer Homeless!