For the third day in a row, I have had somewhat less than stellar word counts. And it’s not just that the words aren’t coming to me (they aren’t), but yesterday I began taking medication for my anxiety and one of the side effects is drowsiness and boy howdy do they mean it. Yesterday wasn’t so bad but today, I definitely did more sleeping than writing. And what little I did manage to write was pretty bad. It just felt like words on a page; there was no life to what I was writing. It definitely reads like something written by someone half asleep. I’m still really far ahead, but every day that I have such dismal word counts, my lead shrinks and my personal deadline grows less likely. I really hope I adjust to this medication soon. I hate not being able to write.