Tiptoe Through Time and Space

Where would I be without my husband to give me nifty titles for my books? I’d be stuck with a book entitled, “Unicorn Meets Flying Saucer” is what… and you gotta admit, that’s a pretty stupid title.

Announcing Tiptoe Through Time and Space: an anthology of my short stories. Most I’ve had up for sale through Smashwords and Amazon but have now condensed them into this book. Some others are stories I kept in the back of my closet that needed some love.

Step into the world of Katrina Joyner’s wit, humor, and occasional drama. This book of her short stories in the realms of science fiction and fantasy brings together her collection previously scattered across the web. Contains some shorts that have never been published anywhere else before.

A Chance Encounter of Two
The Golden Ship
Living
A Troll’s Tail
The Scent of Wild Heather
Strings Below
Of Melodies and Memories
Slingshots
Eternal
Family Trip
Stumbling Through the Dark
The Fiction Workshop Final

I murderously ended my webcomic.

Yes. I am a murderer – but a murderer in the evil stepmother sense. For I have taken my webcomic, Akashik, to the kennel today and put her down using the poisoned apple of “I quit but not really”. I can’t say it was very merciful, for I certainly have been suffering under its weight for the past several years in a not-so-merciful kind of way. I can say it was quick. It’s only vocal reader emailed me shortly thereafter and said it was a shock, but they understood.

I have my reasons why I did it. Most of it has to do with time. And health. All of it has to do with why so many webcomics die before their time: money, jobs, the future. The past. You name it. Akashik was online for 5 or 6 years (I stopped counting) and now its gone. But not forgotten.

I hate giving up on a story. I hate not seeing it finished. But I’d made a major mistake with Akashik: I’d begun putting it out before I had a firm script. It’s not even a fully written tale. That’s not a good idea with comics – or movies. So what do I do now?

I let Akashik sleep, is what. It shall reside in its little glass coffin. I let it sleep and hopefully once a week I go to the script that was never written and I write. And I write. And I get this story tightened up and clear – for what it was up until today was a clusterfrack – and I make it so that I CAN finish it someday. And I continue to hope my ship comes in.

And here, as with my other stories, I will post snippets so you can see that yes. The story shall always live in my mind.

And I shall also eat chocolate.