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.

Henry will be having his first knee surgery (for a luxated patella) 2 days from now, on Thursday. It all happened really quickly, as I thought he would be having it a month from now, so I haven’t had a chance to process it fully until today. The surgery is quite costly, about 2 months of rent to some people, but it really doesn’t matter, because he has to get it done and I wouldn’t have it any other way. I’m really terrified, if I’m being honest. The thoughts that have been running through my head since I found out have been disturbing and I’m thinking of the worst, which is usually what I tend to do. The worst part is that he might have to stay a day at the hospital. It kills me knowing he won’t be near me. The recovery time is about 6 to 8 weeks and I’m just trying to prepare myself mentally to be able to take care of him. All I have to say is, thank God I have my sister and parents who can watch over him when I can’t be there. Thursday is going to be incredibly draining for me, as are the next 2 months, while I watch over him and make sure he’s ok. He’s going to have to repeat it again afterwards for the other knee, unfortunately. It’s funny, before I got him, I researched breeders for about 1 year. I read all about Maltese and went through numerous email exchanges with breeders all over California. I got him from a reputable breeder. And still, despite all of this, he has a problem (that’s very common in Maltese) that needs to be fixed. This just goes to show you that health is never a guarantee, whether it be for animals or humans.

Except for this major upset above, things in life are normal in many ways and weird in others. I’m looking for more freelance writing work and developing a couple website ideas I’ve had. I am thinking more and more about graduate school every day, but I’d like to save some money before I start applying and also get some more freelance writing jobs like I mentioned above.

To be honest with you, I’d love to do what few have attempted successfully: making a comfortable living off of a blog, that would subsequently and eventually lead to some sort of book deal, so I could spend my time at home, baking, knitting and taking care of Henry. Look at me, I sound like an old woman. I don’t really care, if you could be at home, doing all the things you dream about doing while sitting in your cube while making money off a website that more or less runs itself, wouldn’t you? I would in a heartbeat.

What else can I tell you, internet? I wish I had more enticing things to tell you, but I don’t. I’m pretty much going to be a Debbie Downer all week because my 6 lb polar bear needs surgery.