No, I haven't gone egomaniac on you. It's just... well, I have discovered a terrible, yet beautiful thing on The Modern Internet. Atlanta Nights. The name almost certainly means nothing to you, but it is a revelation. And I think it could be a useful tool for aspiring writers, as it's basically a by-numbers guide of what a novel should never, under any circumstances, look like.
Here's everything you need to know but first a warning: reading the actual book is a strangely engrossing experience. You may find yourself transfixed by the awfulness and end up being unable to tear yourself away. An experience that may be familiar to some.
But, yes, the address you need to hear the details behind Atlanta Nights and the actual *gasp* manuscript itself is at http://www.critters.org/sting/
I'm only three chapters in. Brilliant[ly terrible] stuff so far.