Category Archives: Smooched

Quest for Cool Mil Goes Cold

She gets a bump on the Mil-O-Meter to 992,758. That leaves 7,242 words to go, and that leaves this reporter with good news and bad news to impart.

The Good News: She has completed the first draft of Smooched and is well into the edit.

The Bad News: Her word count now comes to a screeching halt and may even decrease as she finishes up. That does not bode well for Scooter’s August 13th birthday. Plus, she’s actually going to take a vacation, beginning the 17th. Trust me, though, we will be tagging along, as she has yet to find a way to stifle us, short of decapitation. Laura says that’s awfully messy, and Kris believes she’d miss us if we weren’t clamoring in there.

Anyway, she’s pushing to have the book done and released before vacation. We’ll shush while that happens and then start driving her insane with new ideas.



LAC 15 Chapter 2

As promised, here’s the second chapter of Smooched. If you haven’t read Chapter 1 yet, you’d be well advised to click here first.


Chapter 2

We had no idea precisely what the government’s business was, but still, we wasted no time jumping right into the bitching and moaning portion of the program. Afterall, this was it: They were going to mess with us in a way that would force us to mess with each other. A quick scan gave me four crybaby grimaces.

“First order of business,” Girl Friday began. “We are all strangers again, just like last time. Not couples. Not friends. Strangers.” Her eyes traveled to both couples who had kissy-faced, and then she let loose with what I deemed a mortal sin, “No more all over each other, or even being close, for that matter.” Then she did something that frickin’ blew us all away. She said, “And that goes for the mayor and me, too. We’ll be participating, and we’ve figured out a way to level the playing field. You’ll see.” With an elbow, she thrust the imaginary microphone to the mayor.

“The second order of business,” Mayor Alison said. “As strangers, you’ll again be sleeping separately, but this time, we won’t even be bunking you up with someone else. You’ll need to be alone, the why of which will be clearer soon.”

Girl Friday said, “Even though this house is big, it does not have ten bedrooms.” She pointed to our mountain of belongings near the foyer. “You have sleeping bags so we’ll improvise.”

“We’ll draw numbers, and we’ll have our detective monitor the drawing so you all know it’s not rigged by us.” She smiled and said, “We’re one of you this time. You’ll just have to trust us.”

Continue reading LAC 15 Chapter 2


Yet Another Another

Yes! She has passed 990,000! There are 9,921 words to go, and that sounds an awful lot like the homestretch to me. Okay … except for the fact that she’s nearing the end of LAC 15, and the subsequent edit will bring everything to a screeching halt. Hmm…

How about we apply a wee bit of pressure? I’ll swipe Chapter 2 very soon and post it. Maybe if she knows you guys are revved, she’ll rev. Maybe she’ll zip to the end of this one and hurry onto the next. You never know. Miracles happen. Okay, maybe only in the fictional world, but as luck would have it…

In the meantime, if you haven’t read Chapter 1 or you need a refresher, you can read it here. Then when you read Chapter 2 (soon, I swear), you’ll at least understand why its S-word title is Smooched.