Decisions, Decisions

I’m doing a lot of cleanup on aisle 5 this week.


As you know, I’m working away on my book THE MUSE UNLOCKED, which is scheduled to publish early this summer. This is the time when I begin to look back at past chapters and discover more things that I want my characters to say, more revelations that I want my reader to experience.

But the answer to the question “When is more better and when is more too much?” is a tricky little boogerhead. (That’s urban-speak for literary conundrum.)

For example, this week I gathered a set of scenes scattered throughout the book that involved a therapist, and I wanted my professional source contact to review them for any red flags that took away from the scenes’ legitimacy. But as I was gathering, I couldn’t help myself. A little tweak here…a little insertion there…oh hell, let’s just add this entire other element I’d been kicking around for months in my head. There! (Four hours later.) That ought to do it.

I know that no matter what I add, there will always be something else that I deem missing. I will admit that I’m starting to become a danger to myself. I am literally working on the book’s last chapter and the closer I get to the conclusion, the slower I’m writing. Coincidence?

Yeah. I didn’t think so either.

I guess I just don’t want the story to end.

It’s like getting to the end of that frothy vanilla milkshake with the maraschino cherry that magically swims its way to the bottom of the paper cup. No one wants to take the last suck on that straw, because then that tasty, creamy milkshake will be done. Finished. Over. The thrill will be gone. And when you dip down deep and scoop out the little cherry, you’re just not the same. The deed has been done.

Damn straight, I like metaphors.  And yes, all nerds’ minds really are that dirty. TRUST ME. Besides, I think it has something to do with that last scene I just wrote that’s left me a little…um… hot and bothered this morning.

I am happy that I’ve made one decision already. The story may end for now…but not for long. There are many more places I’d like to take Cate and Oliver and crew. The question is: will others want to follow them there?  I’ll build the roads, but whether the readers wish to travel them, well, that’ll be someone else’s decision for once.

Happy reading!


Saturday Means…Another Book Teaser for You

Last week, I shared with those who have been following along a little snippet from my upcoming book THE MUSE UNLOCKED, and introduced its leads Cate Mullen and Oliver Sand. Cate, 38, is an established author and TV and film screenwriter, and Oliver, 28, a rising young star who has experienced some early success in television and in supporting film roles. He has been cast to star as the leading man in Cate’s latest film project Madly. 

Recently, I blogged about my reasons for writing a book, and in particular, for writing this book and for this genre.  I’ve appreciated the encouraging feedback I’ve received about that blog as well as the one book teaser I’ve released so far. I was thrilled that a handful of you were already demanding a little more. Those of you who know me know that I am, after all, a people pleaser, so…I didn’t want to disappoint.

I do hope that you will continue to enjoy getting to know the characters as much as I have these past six months. Here is another little peek into Cate and Oliver’s lives as I share a new, slightly more extended scene with you as the two chat at her suburban L.A. home.

Happy reading!




Cate reached down to her coffee table and moved aside a landscape photography book to pull out a collection of Impressionist works. She thumbed through the index and located the page, straddling the large book across both of their laps so Oliver could view it.


“Wow, I see what you’re talking about. She doesn’t seem to be the least bothered that someone is poking their head into the room. She’s just there on display, peach buds and all,” he grinned slyly as he looked up at Cate who chuckled.


“At least she had the decency to cover up her naughty bits. And wear a flower in her hair,” she smiled back at him. “The painting wasn’t really appreciated very much then, but I think in its own way, it was as beautiful and magical as earlier works by some of the Renaissance artists who liked to place great goddesses on a pedestal. Literally. It’s a double standard. I think that’s why I like Manet so much. He didn’t worry about what people were going to think. He just created what he felt he needed to create and let the chips fall afterward.” She took a sip of her wine and looked over at him as he watched her, mouth slightly open and faint smile overtaking his lips.


“I like this Manet guy. Not worrying about what others think, just going with his gut.” Oliver studied his glass of wine. “I try to listen to my instinct but it can be tough.”


“In what way?”


“Out here in Hollywood, you have a lot of voices in your ear at all times telling you what they think you should be doing. But you learn right away that many of them aren’t looking out for you at all.”


Cate tilted her head and set the bottom of the glass on her lap. “So how do you do it? Manage all of that…noise?”


Oliver stopped studying his wine to look up at her. “I have to tune out any of those voices that aren’t in my best interest and focus only on those that are.”


“But how do you know?”


“You don’t. So you do what that painter did. You trust your gut and you let the chips fall. You listen to your heart, to what it’s telling you.”


Cate found herself gazing at the fullness of his lips and spoke quietly. “What is yours telling you now?”


Oliver lifted his glass and held it in Cate’s direction. “It’s telling me that I’m sitting across from a smart, funny, sexy woman and if I even think of leaving, I’m a crazy fool. So I’m staying put, if that’s alright with you.” He smirked and took a sip.


Cate felt the butterflies nestled in her abdomen do a jig at this last remark. She nervously tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear and smiled shyly.


Oliver stood up to walk across the room and examine the other prints on the walls. “How do you know all of this? I didn’t realize you were such an art expert.” Oliver seemed smitten by the new discovery.


Cate shook her head. “Believe me, I’m the furthest thing from an expert. I’m just an appreciative fan and when I was younger – much younger – I had a chance to study some of these artists in school and in Paris, as part of a study group.”


Oliver swung his body around and eyed her with amusement.


“What? Why are you looking at me like that?” Cate was puzzled at his reaction.


He shook his head. “You’re always surprising me.” Oliver sniffed across the rim of his glass and took another sip. “I like this. Is it cabernet?”


“No, shiraz. Not everyone enjoys its richness but I thought I’d take a chance and see what you thought.” She rested the bottom of her glass on her thigh again and tucked her feet beneath her.


Oliver smiled back at her. “I’m glad you took a chance.”


Introducing…Cate and Oliver

I made a promise yesterday, and a few of you picked up on it. Some of you even gave me a virtual high-five that you liked the idea.

A book sneak peek.

Ooh, what a novel concept. (Sorry. I can’t help myself sometimes.)

As I’m rounding the corner of finishing the first draft of my debut contemporary romance novel, I thought perhaps this would be a good time to make some early introductions.

There are still many steps to take for my story to become available as an e-book and printed book.  Editing, cover and jacket design, preliminary web content, and oodles and oodles more. (Yes, I am quite scientific throughout this process as you can tell.)

But…until then, may I introduce you to screenwriter and author Cate Mullen, 38, and up and coming television and film actor Oliver Sand, 28, from  THE MUSE UNLOCKED by Chris Kuhn, slated for a June 2013 release.

Happy reading!


Cate stared at Oliver over her chai tea latte at The Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf. She watched him down a putrid-looking green health drink and giggled as he made a face of disgust when he finished. “How do you drink that? You obviously can’t stand it.”

He set the plastic bottle down on the table and stretched out his tan, muscular arms up above his head. “Gotta’ do what we must to keep our machines functioning properly,” he looked seriously at her for a moment and then broke out into a wide grin.

“Oh, I’m not arguing that your machine isn’t in tip-top shape,” Cate glanced at him with a smile in her eyes. “But food and drink are to be savored. There’s no way you savored that. I think that was last seen on the set of Swamp Thing.

He rolled his eyes at her. “Swamp what? Yeah, yeah. Ha-ha. Whatever. Make fun of it all you want. All I know is,” he leaned in close to her face and whispered hoarsely near her ear. “When this body has to perform, whatever it’s taking on, it performs.” He pulled back and shot her a sexy wink.

She felt her jaw dip ever so slightly. I’ll see your sexual innuendo and raise you a double entendre. She stopped herself in her tracks fearing that if she went down that path, they may never return to the set.  Still, she couldn’t resist completely. “I’m not touching that one.”

Oliver smirked and started to lift his finger to respond to her not-so-coy remark. She grabbed his fingers with one hand and covered his lips with the other. “Oh, you know what I meant,” she feigned innocence and offered her own sexy wink in return.