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. 

I write upmarket women’s fiction (with a dark streak of humor because laughing keeps a girl from crying, yanno?).

If you want to keep in touch, I am @katrinastonoff on the BlueSky app (if you don’t mind political posts) and/or on Facebook for more personal interaction.

What I'm Writing

Query Letters! I am trying to find an agent for East of Jesus, my novel where dark humor meets women’s fiction.

Don’t let the title fool you: this is decidedly not inspirational fiction. Inspy readers would probably be offended by the language, irreverent humor, sex, and violence—not to mention the trans attorney who defends my main character in court.

What I'm Reading

To the Bright Edge of the World by Eowyn Ivey

I loved Ivey’s first book, Snow Child. So when I learned she’s going to be the featured author at North Words Writers Symposium in Skayway in May, I ordered her second book. I’ve also pre-ordered Black Woods, Blue Sky, which is being released next week!

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What I'm Doing

Recovering from illness

This last six months has been rough! I had a horrible respiratory virus in August, and the entire family got Covid in September. The first week of November, I had surgery for carpal tunnel syndrome, and one of the incisions infected, so that took forever to heal. Over the holidays, we visited family in Washington State, and shortly after we got home, we all came down with Influenza Type A! This one is brutal. I was laid flat for three weeks, and I still haven’t fully recovered my stamina.

Latest Blog

Nightmare: Trapped, Without Options

June 16, 2026

I woke this morning from a nightmare. Thirty minutes later, my heart is only beginning to slow down, and I am still taking short, shallow breaths. I was in a very large and unfamiliar airport that was under construction. I knew I had recently arrived on an airplane, but I had no short-term memory. I didn’t know where I was, where I had flown in from, what gate I had arrived at, or what airline I had flown with. I didn’t even know how recently I had arrived. I knew I had checked baggage, but where was the baggage claim? Had…

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