It goes without saying...

I find myself at a loss.

On one hand, there is relief, the breath taken after nearly drowning, the first rays of the morning reaching over the horizon. It would seem that the propecies of doom I fortold not a week ago have not come to manifest, and that we are indeed proceeding on the right track.

On the other hand, a constant nagging fear of something I do not yet know will happen. They saw that the only time you feel confident is when something has escaped your notice, and this is what currently fuels my brooding. While our lecturer has assured us that we are not in fact akin to the likes of Goldar, Rita and Zedd, one cannot help but notice the less-than-optimal expressions on the faces of our classmates. One of them made a valient attempt to inform me of exactly what she thought was wrong with our concept, but aside from a vague remark about content, no useful information managed to journey their way out of her throat, which strangely found itself constricted even though I had not managed to wrap my fingers about it yet.

Do not mistake my murderous intentions for a person who cannot bear to hear even the slightest ill about his creations. I merely wished to encourage, abeit more forcefully than hindsight would have permitted, her to speak her mind with more zest. As it stands, today's presentations were a limp, flaccid thing compared to the first presentations. I cannot further improve my works without critique that does not happen to be some kind of varient of 'Well, technically, it could work...'

To this end I would like to invite all of you to go on and slander me and my work in the hopes of allowing me to actually find out what it is I can do to make this worry go away.

In other news, we'll officially be starting Production tomorrow. More on that after the weather.

Peace out,
Bryan

it stung like a violent wind that our memories depend on a faulty camera in our minds