Stephanie Gayle Fiction first, everything else later.

People who use the term "quarter life crisis."

Most of time they are referring to someone who is age twenty-five having a crisis. That's a quarter century crisis, friend. We're not all going to live to be 100 years old.

This also seems to be a way of making it possible to have a crisis prior to a mid-life crisis. How many crises do you want to have, people? I'll happily settle for one.

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It's the season of reincarnation and, to celebrate, my novel has undergone a chrysalis stage and emerged as a paperback.

Internal dialogue break:
Me: I think you mixed your metaphor in a blender there, Homes.
Other me: Don't call me Homes.
Me: Were you even paying attention in Biology?
Other me: Yes! It was Chemistry that was the snooze fest, remember?
Me: Oh god, yes. The monotone science teacher. And the flints! The thirty-year-old flints only monotone science teacher could operate.
Other me: The many adavtages of public schooling.
Me: Sing it, sister.

Back to business. May 6th marks the official release of MY SUMMER OF SOUTHERN DISCOMFORT in paperback. Check it out:

Now with 25 percent more flowers!!! Lighter too for less shoulder strain.

Go buy a copy and be the first of your friends to be seen toting summer's must have accessory! Because reading is always in style.

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Overhearing a person talk about her new diet (into her cell phone, naturally): not so interesting. Listening to someone talk about all the food they cannot eat makes me want to run across the parking lot of Porter Square, into Dunkin Donuts, and stuff a donut into my mouth. Really. The mere concept of food deprivation gives me carb cravings.

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I'm going to go on a chocolate factory tour on Saturday. So I can see "where the magic happens!" I'm very much looking forward to this. I remember watching factory-tour style videos on Mr. Rogers (the crayon tour!) and other various shows and I was fascinated. Seeing raw goods mashed and pulped and molded and whatnot into recognizable product is just riveting. Of course, I find watching clothes dry in see-though driers at laundromats kind of mesmerizing too, so....yeah.

I've actually been on a chocolate tour once before in Vermont. It was fun, but we couldn't get behind the glass where the machines were, though I totally would have worn a hair net and those detox-Reebox slipper things! I've high hopes that on this tour I can stand beside the machines and maybe, just maybe, touch an Ooompa Loompa. Kidding. I'd never touch an Oompa Loompa.

Would you touch this creature?

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