So, sometimes we're writing as fast as we can, and it comes out as some jumbled garbage you'll have to revise come December. And then there are times when we're writing as fast as we can and it comes out BRILLIANT. Or hilarious. Or just sort of perfect, or its own kind of awesome, or any other odd combination of adjectives that really just mean: It's something you're proud of! And when that happens, sometimes, you want to share your little snapshot of brilliance.

You can come do that here. Share a line, a sentence, a sentence fragment, a paragraph... whatever.

My favorite thing I wrote today (and frankly, favorite thing so far this month) happened during a word war, and it is this:

It wasn't so bad until the popcorn ran out. Then it was torture.

ooo, I love sharing. What a great idea!

Something from today?

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Monica shifted on the couch, and a bunch of elbows and thigh crushes resulted in new positions for the pair of them. Lisa still leaned against the armrest, but now her legs spread out down the entire length of the couch. Monica had wedged herself between the back of the couch and Lisa, lying her head on Lisas lower ribs while her feet curled up to tangle with Lisas.

You cant possibly drink in this position, Lisa pointed out.

Monica handed over her mug. Its empty, anyway.

Do you want more?

No. Think Ive had enough for tonight.

Did you want to go to bed?

Dont feel like moving.

Lisa laughed. Okay then. One more episode then?

Two. I really dont feel like moving.

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Ug, as soon as I posted Grammarlywas like, you have 3 critical errors. I'm really scared to look at my Word add-on now.

I was waiting since last nano 2016 TO GET TO THIS SCENE AND I FINALLY DID! i KNEW this scene and how it would play out and I COULDN'T WAIT TO WRITE IT!

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Fearing that this was a criminal of some sort, Amara grabbed a broom that was leaning against the wall and charged forward. She swung with all her might, sending the broom swishing this way and that, batting furiously at the stranger. Amara didnt care that it was a woman! It was someone who was in her house and in it uninvited. Who knew what their intentions were!

GETOUTOFMYHOUSE! Amara screamed as she continued to bash the broom every which way You CANNOT have me and you can tell what ever GOONS that sent you: THEY CANT HAVE ME! And if HE sent you! TELL HIM AGAIN, THAT MY ANSWER IS NO AND FOR EVER AND ALWAYS BE NO!

The stranger collapsed to the floor, screaming out in horror as she stuck a hand in the air, trying her best to shield herself from the onslaught.

WHATTHEOWHELL! OW! STOP IT! OW! HEY! OW! QUIT IT! WHATOWARE YOU DOING! STOP!

NO! I do NOT take kindly to uninvited guests! Amara raised the broom and hit the stranger square on the head. The stranger tried to scoot back and get away but Amara was too quick and sent the stranger another good whack on the head.

GOD DAMN IT! OW!

NOW GET OUT! Amara swung the broom to the side, smacking the stranger in the ear

AMARA! OW! WHAT THE HELL! The stranger backed up against the hallway wall, raising her arms to shield herself from the broom COME ON! STOP IT! ITS ME! HARLEY! GOD DAMN IT! IS THIS HOW PEOPLE ARE TREATED HERE! IS THIS HOW YOU HEAL PEOPLE? BY WHACKING THEM WITH BROOMS? I dont care WHAT strange customs you have here! Please dont WACK me with a BROOM!