Today, one of my savvy colleagues told me about the Paris Literary Prize, a novella contest run by the renowned Paris bookstore, Shakespeare and Company (”Shakespeare and Company” is actually French for “the place where dreams are born,” in case you didn’t know).  First prize is ten thousand British pounds, a weekend trip to Paris, and a chance to give a reading at the bookstore.

cost low viagra
can u cut viagra tablets
buy cialis 32
cialis generico
cheapest viagra online pharmacy
generic viagra no prescriptio
viagra online us pharmacy
online buy viagra
cialis dosage dose
cialis online without prescription
real cialis prices
viagra pharmacy price
viagra over the counter substitute
generic viagra super active
buy xenical viagra propecia com

cialis holland order
cialis pills effects of
cialis pills levitra generic viagra
buy cialis cheapest tadalafil tadalafil table
difference generic brand cialis
cialis prescription cost
generic cialis nz
prices of viagra and cialis
cialis dosage side effects
no prescription needed cialis
cialis online pharmacy carisoprodol
order cialis online
generic cialis pills erection
cialis professional cheap
buy cialis dreampharmaceuticals online
buy discounted cialis softtabs
online cialis sales
non prescription type cialis
order cialis 399
prescription cialis in u s

I hesitated when I saw the hefty entry fee–fifty pounds–but nevertheless, I’m tempted.  Paris, books, a reading, fifteen minutes of literary fame, a concrete reason to start (and finish) a new project, and a cash prize?  The remotest possibility of any of it coming true is enough to send me typing furiously on my laptop.