Hello and welcome Lee Ann Sontheimer Murphy to my site. She/He has so graciously agreed to be interviewed.
So lets begin…
1) First, tell us a little about yourself so the readers know who you are?
I am now a full time writer and author, mom of three, living in the Missouri Ozarks. I’m married (17 years) and before I wrote full time, I worked in radio and as a substitute teacher in the local district. I studied journalism, history, and English in college. Because I had a dual major (English and History) I was the first at Missouri Southern State University to qualify for two honour societies – Pi Gamma Mu for Social Sciences and Sigma Tau Delta for English studies.
2) What made you decide to write? Was it something you accidentally began? Or what you wanted to do? Or annoying character who refused to leave until their story was told?
3) I love hearing about first acceptances as an aspiring writer and now that I am e-published, I still love hearing about them. So tell us about that first acceptance.
I’ve begun my writing career twice; first time around I worked in radio and wrote on my own time. I sold several short fiction stories and the most prestigious was to Twilight Zone Magazine which then folded before they could ever run my piece. My broadcast job got eliminated and when I started writing again, the cyber age had arrived. I had to learn everything over again and start from scratch. My first short fiction acceptance of any importance was to Country Woman in late 2008. My first novel sale – an eBook – was in July 2011.
SC: I started writing, got a few rejections and then I decided I would give it another shot this year. It seems to have worked 🙂
4) Tell us about your current release? Where can readers buy it from?
5) What are you currently writing?
6) What inspires you most when you write?
7) What experiences have you had working with your publisher/s?
8) What are you reading now?
9) What are your guilty pleasures?
10) What would be your advice, if any, for other aspiring authors?
Lee Ann is also going to give a free copy of her e-book “Kinfolk” to one lucky commenter. Simply leave a comment for a chance to win.
My main blog is A Page In The Life at http://leeannsontheimermurphywriterauthor.blogspot.com
Excerpt from “Kinfolk”
He forked pork chop to his mouth and sighed as the sweet, succulent
taste filled his mouth. Whatever else Katy Vaughn could do, she could cook.
He savored each bite despite a nagging pain in his hip and down his left leg.
Damp weather aggravated the old injury but he tried to focus on the good
food. Eating at the scarred kitchen table, he yearned for the kind of
companionship he had seldom had. His mother probably cooked but he could
barely remember her, and Pop’s kitchen skills had been rudimentary, heavy
on beans and hamburger.
When Katherine produced an apple pie, he groaned in mock protest
but ate two pieces before pushing back his plate.
“That was the best meal I’ve had in a long time.”
“I’m glad you liked it.”
A cigarette would finish the meal to perfection and he had a Camel
halfway to his mouth before he remembered his manners. “Do you mind if I
“No.” Katherine placed an ashtray near his place at the table.
He smoked, the rich tang of the tobacco pleasant on his tongue, and
watched her clear away the dishes. She moved with such grace and easy
mobility that he envied her. Despite his increasing pain, he felt comfortable
in the warm kitchen where the aroma of the meal lingered. As she scrubbed
the dishes, she talked a little, about the rain and the farm. He listened, her
voice easy in his ears, and offered to dry the dishes, surprised at his own
With a quick shake of her head, she turned down his offer. “I can do
it; it’s no trouble. You look so tired.”
He was. Because of the rain, he had hurt throughout the night and
what little sleep he gained brought bad dreams. Her compassion was
welcome but he was hurting.
“I’m a little tired.” What an understatement that was. A sharp twinge
in his hip made him wince and shift position in the chair.
She put her hand on his shoulder. It felt heavy and although it was
more of a friendly gesture than an intimate one, he felt his body stir at her
touch. God, he craved such caring and he wished that he could have met her
before Jill, before he became crippled.
His knee ached and he rubbed it beneath the table. As much as he
enjoyed the comfortable cocoon the kitchen made, he needed to go home and
take something. Her hand moved from his shoulder to cup his cheek.
“You’re in pain.” Her eyes met his, more perceptive than he could
have imagined. Almost no one noticed when he hurt and he had not expected
her to. “What’s the matter?”
He would have ignored the question from anyone else but he
answered her with honesty. “My left leg—especially my knee and hip—
sometimes bother me when it’s damp. It’s an old injury from when I was in
“It must really hurt. Would you be more comfortable in the living
Both embarrassed and pleased by her attention, he shook his head. “I
probably should go on home.”
“Won’t the rain make it hurt all the more?”
“Maybe, but once I’m home I can take some ibuprofen.”
She plucked a bottle from the collection of over-the-counter meds on
“Ruby has some. How many do you want?”
He didn’t want a fuss and her kindness embarrassed him. “Katy, you
don’t need to bother about me.”
A stubborn set in her face reminded him of her father, Joe, and he
held out his hand in surrender. “Give me four.”
She didn’t stop at administering a pain reliever but insisted that he sit
in the old rump sprung recliner in the living room. The echo of distant
thunder decided him to stay awhile. Settled into the chair he almost fell
asleep until she brought him a cup of something hot. He sniffed and sipped
tea that tasted of spice and oranges. To his surprise, he liked it.
“What is this?”
“A tea blend called Constant Comment. I thought a warm cup of tea
“It’s good. Thank you.”
As the ibuprofen dulled the pain, the tea soothed some of the
uneasiness in his soul. He dozed in the recliner and lingered until after dark.
Although he hated to leave the warm house, the comfortable chair, and Katy,
he pulled himself out of the chair.
“You leaving, Ben?” Ruby called from across the room.
“Yeah, I am. I need to check the herd and head for home. Thank you
for the dinner, Katy.”
Lamp light fell on her face as she glanced up from the book in her
hands. He admired her small features, her fair complexion, and her dark eyes
that seemed alight from within. If he tried, he could still catch the faint
fragrance of her perfume, something sweet and full.
“I’ll get your jacket from the kitchen.”
He waited in the entry hall and she brought his denim jacket. When
she handed it to him, he held her hands a moment too long and he watched a
pink flush of pleasure cross her face. A question flickered in her eyes.
“I’m not hurting as bad now.”
Face to face they were close enough he could feel her breath. She
reached around his neck to straighten the collar of his jacket and he stood
still as she smoothed it down.
“I’m glad you came over, Ben.” With his collar in place, she
removed her hands, one brushing his cheek as it passed. Tenderness welled
up in him at her touch. Like a thirsty man in the desert, he sought more. He
bent and kissed her, his lips soft and gentle. Uncertain what to say afterward,
he took a step toward the door.
“Take care, Ben.”