Been a rough week, crew. I wrestled with deep despair over contest results. Again. (Crew, do not let me enter another contest. Ever. Club me with a rum bottle, hang me from the yardarm by my feet if I ever, ever babble about entering another one, ever.)

Our dear Bo’sun hauled me outta the pits and set me straight. So, I’m better now. But…still been a scrappy week. Felt like Hellion was going to toss me overboard a few times for disagreeing with her and refusing to acquiesce to being lashed.

So, let’s pick a few fights today. Get it all out there and bloody up the deck. The rum will flow… I’m serving up Feisty Friday Freezes.

Number one. I don’t read what I write. Who wants to take me on about this one? Now, I have a powerful green eyed jealous monster who rides me back. If I read something I felt I could have done better, should have done better, should have been first, could have been first… I shut down. Convinced it is too late, I suck…you name it. So I don’t read it.

Seldom read it.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. I know…how can I know the genre if I don’t read it. Well, I read about it! So, come on…tell me why I’m so incredibly wrong…

Number two. I also write what I don’t do. Never been a mother, but I’m writing about a conflicted mother. Sue me.

If writers only stuck to what they had personal experience with, no one would write historicals. So, there!

I have a mother, I talk to her…a lot. About being a mother. I read…a lot. And there are so many mothers in fiction. So, I can write one. And there are daddy’s that look good on paper and to a child’s eyes they are fabulous. But are really monsters that deserve walking the plant. Over a volcano. An active volcano. Moms, too!

I also write about alien abductions, fairy, pirates and a ton of things I have no personal experience with.

Sin? Every really killed anyone? Wallowed in blood?

Hal? Last arms deal you took part in?

Marn? Have any traffic with demons lately?

Hel? Last time you dated Lucifer?

Now, I know Bo’sun coached the girl’s version of baseball…softball. So, I guess she’s the only one allowed to keep working on her stuff.

OK, Hel might actually have dated Lucifer…

Number Three. Anyone can disagree with me and not be an idiot. I feel pretty strongly about this one.

And Frodo was too a hero.

Moms who go to work do raise their children. And moms who stay home are worth way more than any family can afford to pay them.

Avatar was a good movie.

Anyone else have any tidbits they want to throw in the ring from the last few weeks? Toss it up and see who steps into the ring to duke it out? Do you read what you write? Do you write only what you know? Can you know something well enough by reading about it to write about it, convincingly? Let’s go, I’m feeling feisty!