your novel sucks

each year, the bulwer-lytton fiction contests challenges entrants to write the worst first line of a novel. now, i simply _adore_ bad writing, but most of the entrants in the aforementioned contest are, well, pert damn long. (my attention span is currently about long enough to allow me to read a cereal box. well, most of it, anyway.) for those of us with challenged attention spans, the lyttle lytton contest provides a viable alternative: entries are limited to just 25 words. brevity is the soul of, well, um, whatever.

thanks again to jeremy hull.