But yesterday, I was intrigued with how my own poetry, which I'll charitably call bad, might make an excellent bad first paragraph to a bad novel. I know some folks enter into the Bulwer-Lytton contest, where folks compete to see who has the best worst bad first novel paragraph. But I have my own LJ, and need not await any contest judges' view. Here is my own personal bad first paragraph, which is a prosaicism of a bad poem posted in my memories section:
"I tearfully tried to sacrifice on the mountain. The myrhh was scented, by mechanical processes I never understand, with an additional enigmatic lilac tinge, a sweet impurity. The formerly jagged path up the mountain was fully automated now. The digital sin-stripped angel told me to go home, and that my offering was obsolete".
Now that is the best of bad first paragraphs. I believe it will be the first portion of a religious sci fi, in which benevolent aliens convert post-modern humanity to a new faith, and then everyone goes bowling.
I must begin my novel soon. I see a real future in this.