A series of commercials for Progresso soups involve satisfied customers calling the Progresso kitchen by tin can phones and raving about the great soup to the cooks.  In one of them, a couple of female customers call to brag about how “it” fits! And the female cook responds with positive cheers.  Then one customer gets a male cook whose answer is a clueless “Okay” without the most basic understanding of what’s so wonderful about something fitting.

We all know, don’t we? It means that she was able to lose enough weight to get back into her favorite jeans. Men just aren’t wired to body image like women and telling a man that you succeeded in getting back to a size you like better confuses them. They would just buy jeans that fit, whether they had to buy smaller or larger.

Monday, I had to kill a couple of hours between a doctor’s appointment and work. So, I had lunch at Cosmo and wrote on my iPad.  I got 747 words written!  That was the most I’ve done in one sitting on my MIP in months!  To say, I was on a high is a severe understatement. Now, I know what my fellow writers are saying as they read this.  “You go, girl! Woo-hoo! Awesome!”

When I got to work, I marched in as if I owned the world.  My co-workers asked what had me so hyped and when I told them about my word count, they just looked blank and said, “Nice.  You’re taking Shawna’s team.”

Wahhhh! Is there a writer here I can talk with?  Once again, I was reminded of how solitary a writer’s daily life can be.  And it’s worse for me because I live alone and don’t have anyone at home who loves me enough to take (or fake) an interest in how my writing is going.  I can use the Internet to connect with other authors which is better than a tin can phone, but I really miss a faster connection.

So to all my writing sisters and brothers, thanks for being the writer out there I can talk with!