Stephanie Gayle

I am predictable, terribly predictable. In times of stress or when I am feeling dissatisfied and bored I dye my hair. Not every time, of course, or my hair would change color like a chameleon. All this is a preamble to saying that I dyed my hair last night and I am no longer a redhead. I'm a brunette.

You know what? Brown hair dye is a lot less messy than red hair dye. Don't ask me why, but it's true. While rinsing the red dye the shower always looked like a scene from a gruesome horror film. Not so much with the brown. It also rinsed faster, much faster.

I read somewhere that you shouldn't change your appearance drastically when you're promoting a book (or people won't recognize you from your author photo?) Then I realized that my author photo is black and white. It gives the impression of dark hair, but the red was okay.

I also had a realization yesterday: it's a good thing I pursue my stress with hair dye and not tattoos. My mother would freak out and I'm not sure I'd have much space left for fresh ink.