I should be sleeping, seeing as to I have to make it to work at a reasonable time tomorrow, but my mind is racing after finishing the first of four books in the Twilight series. Yes I am a dork. No, I do not care. I was thinking back to when I started this blog in 2006 and looking at how far I’ve come, not only in terms of my subject matter and topics, but in terms of myself. I can’t believe it’s been two years. Sometimes I ask myself why I have this space to myself. Why do I write here? What prompted me to create a website? It would be easy and also a lie if I said it was just a more convenient way to write down my thoughts, instead of transcribing them in a notebook by hand. In some ways, that’s true, but obviously I wanted more. And yet today, I really don’t know my goal for this little web space I have. Is it just to write down my thoughts? Is it a release for me, an experiment in writing, or am I writing for someone, whoever that may be? Do I have an audience? I don’t even know for sure if anyone really is reading what I write, or why they would want to. But I guess it doesn’t matter. Sometimes I wish my blog was well-known and visited, sometimes I wish I could write in private so no one would have to see. I can’t seem to figure this place out, or the direction I want to take it in, but I suppose that’s a running theme in my life at the moment: confusion.

Sometimes I give myself rigid restraints on what to write about and how – and then I remember that this is just a personal blog and there are no rules and I can write about whatever I want, however I want. Maybe that’s the beauty of this place though, I can swing whichever way I want, without even thinking. One day I could be talking about situations in my life and the next day, I could be declaring my love for all things Paula Deen and then talking about my enormous hate for Ugg boots after. It’s really refreshing, have a space I can fill up with anything I want.

Yes, I should be sleeping. It’s almost 1 a.m, but this is a perfect opportunity to write. The house is completely quiet and dark, with the only light coming from my laptop. Henry is fast asleep, instead of flinging around his toys and our shoes in the living room and because I’ve spent the majority of my day so listless in a cubicle, my mind is awake and racing and conjuring up topics to write about and ideas to get to. This is unfair really, almost torture. Why aren’t there more hours in the day, more days in the week? Most importantly, when will I finish the second book from the Twilight series. I am slowly being recruited into the League of Morons because of you, Stephenie Meyer.

I better get to bed before I pick up the book to read and never go to sleep.

I am still trying to decide the direction writepudding will take. In many ways, I don’t want it to take a particular direction, because I feel that’s the beauty of what I have here: an open space on the internet to write about whatever I please, with no particular rhyme or reason. But where life and blogs are concerned, it’s not a good idea to be scatter brained. That’s hard for me to do at times, because my interests are so vast. I love to knit and bake and consume news. I love fashion and bollywood and gardening. I love to travel and photography and anything vintage. It’s so hard to pin down one thing to write about, because to be honest, I don’t think my opinion on any of the above that I mentioned significantly contributes to anything. There are thousands of sites (or at least hundreds) about knitting and baking and people’s opinions on the news. Every market is saturated. Even writing about where I live ( L.A) has not only been covered, but it gets old fast, mostly because everyone knows or thinks they know enough about this place. Now, if I was coming to you from a small town in Alaska or British Columbia, it would be interesting. Alas, this is not the case.  I have had this blog for a bit over 2 years, as I mentioned earlier, and I really never took a specific direction and because of that, my writing kinda got lost in the world wide web. I’m going to probably a take a more personal approach in the coming days and weeks. I’m still not sure what I’m going to be writing about, but it doesn’t matter, because in the process of it all, I will find out. I don’t really think I’m old enough to really have a say in “life,” but I’m going to try. And so, the experiment begins.