Katrina Stonoff
Katrina Stonoff

A Note from Katrina

Hey, there! You a reader? Me too. Books were my best friends for most of my childhood, so naturally I grew up wanting to write novels. Nice to meet you!

I usually write upmarket women’s fiction (with a dark streak of humor because laughing keeps a girl from crying, yanno?). But during Covid, I wrote a memoir about my uneasy relationship with my larger-than-life father and a futuristic novel about what could happen if our polarized society remains splintered. Now I’m updating a novel I wrote a few years back because it’s more apropos than ever. 

Let’s keep in touch, ‘kay? Follow me on Twitter if you don’t mind political posts and/or on Facebook for more personal interaction.

What I'm Writing

Revising East of Jesus, my novel where dark humor meets women’s fiction.

This book was originally set in 2005/2006, and I am updating it to make it more timely. My cross-dressing character (one of my all-time favorite characters!) is now trans, but the story turns out to be surprisingly fresh otherwise. Title notwithstanding though, this is not inspirational fiction.

What I'm Reading

The Murder After the Night Before by Katy Brent.

I’m reading a string of potential comps (books similar to mine that I can mention in a query letter) for my novel, East of Jesus. I’m really enjoying this one so far. It might not be a perfect comp, but it’s a great read. Not for the faint of heart though (as, indeed, my novel is not!).

What I'm Doing

Playing the Upright Bass

I’m playing three different jams a week and learning furiously. One is mostly traditional music: folk, bluegrass, contra dance. One is southern gospel, the music my parents sang. The third is very eclectic based on what the participants bring in. Don’t tell anyone, but I might have a real gig coming up in June.

Latest Blog

Dirty Snow

March 21, 2024

Fairbanks, Alaska, is magical in the wintertime. You can watch the light change almost daily as the days shorten and then lengthen. Snow falls in a myriad of different ways: big fluffy clumps, or little ice pellets, or multi-branched snowflakes, or my personal favorite—tiny, thin sheets of ice that look like mica. The wind blows the accumulation, changing the landscape regularly. And as the snow melts, it creates an always changing parade of gargoyles in the berms by the side of the road. But toward the end of March, we’re ready for a change.  My optimistic husband always announces at…

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