As many may know, the Bulwer Lytton Fiction Contest is held every year in several cateogries. All you have to do is write a seriously bad opening sentence to a novel. As a taster, here's this year's winner in the Romance catogory:
As the dark and mysterious stranger approached, Angela bit her lip anxiously, hoping with every nerve, cell, and fiber of her being that this would be the one man who would understand — who would take her away from all this — and who would not just squeeze her boob and make a loud honking noise, as all the others had.
It's a thought, isn't it? For those of us who may have given up hope of winning prizes for good fiction-writing, here's the perfect opportunity. You get quite a lot of publicity, too.