I closed the lid to my laptop, putting it to sleep for the night. Sleep is what I needed, too, but I doubted I would get much.
I pushed my chair away from the desk at the head of my bed, turned off the lamp, and crawled under the covers. I was tired of trying to figure out where I fit in this world of writing and editing and marketing. What was my purpose? Did anyone care what I had to say? Why on earth had I spent the last two hours struggling with rules governing comma placement? more “Do You Ever Feel Like a Comma?”