Now I am become Millsap, the destroyer of worlds

The Atlanta Hawks lost for the third time this season to the Toronto Raptors last night, 105-97. The loss puts the Hawks six games back of Toronto for the 2nd seed in the Eastern conference, but at least this happened:

We knew the world would not be the same. A few people laughed, a few people cried, most people were silent. I remembered the line from the Hindu scripture, the Bhagavad-Gita; Vishnu is trying to persuade DeRozan that he should do his duty and, to impress him, takes on his multi-armed form and says, “Now I am become Millsap, the destroyer of worlds.” I suppose we all thought that, one way or another.

A Fresh Start

I stopped writing. Again.

This has happened to me, intermittently, ever since I really started writing in high school. There are days, weeks, months and even — once — a full year where the words wouldn’t come out. It is quite literally happening to me right now as I write this post.

The longer you stay away from writing, the harder it is to start again. The ideas never stop, but you can’t quite grasp them from the ether and pull them down into your fingers to type. Maybe half a great sentence suddenly appears to you in the middle of the day and that excitement comes back until you sit down and can’t finish it.

What’s harder is that knowing you have that start leaves you unable to start anything else, because that same block won’t let you escape that fleeting moment where the words came.

So I deleted the remainder of the site’s archives, because I needed the fresh start. I’ve always had something to say, and it’s time to start saying it again. I’m not going to wait for the words to find me anymore, because that doesn’t do either of us any good. I’m brushing my shoulders off and writing every day for the next 404 days, whether what I can come up with is any good or not. This website was always meant to be fun and it’ll be fun (again), and we’ll see if I can recapture the magic like Chipper hitting .364 in 2008.