Announcing the Paris-or-other-place-in-Europe aka BSUaBiP Story Contest
Having given some thought to Amy’s nefarious idea, I have decided that she is RIGHT. So I am holding a contest for EITHER the best Paris-or-other-place-in-Europe (so Amy can enter) True Story OR the best made-up story that could fit under the title Boobs Stuck Under a Bed in Paris. Note, the best story that can be posted on and/or linked to by a blog that my strict Catholic wanted-to-be-a-nun-until-she-changed-her-mind-and-had-7-children mother reads. I realize that can be a trick with the title Boobs Stuck Under a Bed in Paris, but those are the rules. If a certain J.Jackson wants to post a “made-up” version on her own blog in order to win the contest, she may.
I do not have any fox dolls to offer. BUT I will offer a box of handmade truffles, made by my sister’s and my very own hands, following my sister’s recipe. I strongly suspect that in payment for this box of truffles I will be helping her make ALL of her Christmas truffles for her entire Christmas list. Which is a very time-consuming and painstaking job, let me tell you, and the worst of it is, my sister won’t even let her helpers EAT even one tiny single truffle while making them. We get to lick the bowls afterward, though.
My sister’s truffles are my personal favorite truffles of anywhere, and trust me, I have tried my fair share of truffles around the world. I cannot, unfortunately, offer French chocolate as I have run out myself, but this does give me some ideas for contest prizes for the summer, once I’ve had a chance to go back to Paris and Provence and restock. Meanwhile, I think you will be happy with these truffles. (I think my sister usually fits 12 into a box, but I will have to double-check.) In addition to the truffles, the winner may ALSO have, should he or she want one, a signed copy of Blame It on Paris.
The contest runs until…hmm…let’s say January 5. I have to make the truffles over the holidays, plus who has time to be submitting stories until after the holidays, anyway? Also, that means the prize would arrive just in time to ruin anyone’s New Year’s diet resolutions, which makes me happy, because, while I am for exercise, I am adamantly opposed to diets.
Stories can be submitted as a comment, or posted on your own blogs and submitted as a link, or if neither of those work for you, you could use the email form on my website, but let me know in that case if it’s okay to post them.
And if we get enough of these stories, we should definitely put out an anthology, in the vein of Travelers’ Tales Whose Panties are These? anthologies. I’m just convinced the title would sell itself.