Thought this was interesting...

So I want to seriously create something with my writing and stumbled onto the intellectual rights that users of Blogspot have to agree to. Specifically:

Your Intellectual Property Rights. Google claims no ownership or control over any Content submitted, posted or displayed by you on or through Google services. You or a third party licensor, as appropriate, retain all patent, trademark and copyright to any Content you submit, post or display on or through Google services and you are responsible for protecting those rights, as appropriate. By submitting, posting or displaying Content on or through Google services which are intended to be available to the members of the public, you grant Google a worldwide, non-exclusive, royalty-free license to reproduce, publish and distribute such Content on Google services for the purpose of displaying and distributing Google services. Google furthermore reserves the right to refuse to accept, post, display or transmit any Content in its sole discretion.

The parts highlighted in red dictate how Google has the right to repost republish your work for free for whatever reason. Oh well. Won't be posting any original essays on this page. A shame really, cause the interface is so easy to use... Time to start using TJRomero.com I guess...

How long ago was that last one?

And yet, still after all that time has passed, I am still lacking a completed manuscript in any form. And all I feel is all the more anxious at my apathetic approach to writing...

Feeling anxious....

I have recently been feeling rather uncomfortable. Whenever I stumble onto news of others creating, or writing or any activity where the mind produces something, I feel like I am very much lacking in my own creative tendencies. I feel guilty to my own creative urges, I feel guilty for not creating something for the benefit of my family. I feel guilty at the knowledge that I'm selling myself short and settling for a life that is beneath what the possibility of my imagination can bring to me.

And to make matters worse, I have a job that allows me time to contemplate about these things and two years into this job have very little to show for the leisure time I have available to me. I am sickened at myself. What do I wait for? Am I afraid at failing, do I lack the skill to create in the first place? Perhaps if I chastise myself on this page I will feel the urge to do something that has been on the tip of my thoughts for so many years now...