I’m the mother of two kind and accomplished daughters, as well as a writer, linguist, and a traveler who has never been able to stay in one place for long. I’ve lived in Asia and Europe and have visited all fifty states, some with more enthusiasm than others, but even in the latter I can find inspiration for stories in the places and people along the road. I’ve seen a lot and want to see it all. My husband and I spend static time in the California Sierras and on Washington’s Olympic Peninsula. I've developed a honed ability to tune out almost anything and can write at home, on trips, or wherever inspiration hits. Steven King advises in On Writing that writers find a place to work 
that has a door to shut out all distraction. My door is in my brain.
My fascination with language and its power took me into the Linguistics program at Rice University. I learned that language is a living, evolving organism that reflects the culture that uses it. Literature, one implementation of language, does the same. Dickens filled pages with descriptive details aimed at readers who had no screens, only imagination and time to digest his words. Writers now must satisfy consumers accustomed to the immediacy of media and impatient for the punchline. The writer, as a part of a culture, documents that culture just as Dickens did his, and our culture has little appreciation for a writer's self-indulgent prattle. Faulkner had it right: kill your darlings. I’ve populated cemeteries with mine, pieces of lyrical excellence one and all.
In answer to an oft-asked question, Feicht is Germanic, but has been Americanized to sound like "fight."