So, today sucked. I sat in front of blank paper for like ever and nothing really came out of it. I wandered through the rooms of my house, trying to figure out where to film, and nowhere seemed right. Then I filmed myself talking about my project and how awful and anxious I feel, because I wanted to say the words out loud and I needed at least a camera to talk to.
Just had a mini-breakthrough: Mom said I could use the spare bedroom at her place to film. That helps, because I get my own closed-off space and I can take exact measurements and there will be staging space and it will all just be so much easier.
I think it will be ok. I really do. Maybe. Probably.
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