As the grown-up version of a kid who had panic attacks during more than one piano recital, I'm generally not into entering contests. Submitting work to literary magazines causes me digestive problems and lost sleep. But in a sudden rush of impulsiveness, most likely caused by long-term absence of quality REM sleep, I submitted an entry to
Expatica's "I Am Not a Tourist" blog competition, fourteen minutes before the midnight deadline on Friday.
And if scrolling to the bottom of that very long list is too much for you, you can just vote for the first one you see; conveniently, it's in alphabetical order.
Bedankt/thanks/gracias/merci/etc. etc. etc.!!
xxx+o,
Jess
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