Assuming, that is, that you've already entered this month's fiction contest. (Go ahead. Check it out. You can come back right after.)
I've decided that this month's prize will be my coveted fudge recipe, which I won at my law school's charity auction, and which must only be passed on to people who prove their worthiness by buying it at other charity auctions, or by winning a contest. I'm serious about this. Don't hand it off to just ANYONE if you're the lucky winner.
Oh, and if you're vegan, I'll come up with a backup prize for you, just let me know.
Why have I chosen this prize? Well, last month's prize had a cool tie-in to my novel, but apparently my postal carrier hates me, because even though I sent it out weeks ago to the July winner, it was just returned to me because the stamps apparently fell off, and I'm going to have to resend it (sorry, Katie!!!), and so I figured this month I'd pick something that I could just email. Grrr.
You have until midnight Friday to submit no more than three worst first lines of your own creation. I will choose a handful of my favorites, and let my husband pick the winner.
And, just so that we have something to talk about in the comments today... are there any lines from actual published novels that stick out in your mind as being particularly bad? Please share!