Tonight you get a little something different from me. No big, beautiful picture. No heady delicious overload. I just have some things I want to say, and since this is my blog, my forum, my soapbox, indulge me.

So it’s almost midnight and I can’t sleep. Bridget and Chopper are snoring beside me. I’m not making this up, as soon as I wrote that sentence, Bridget rolled over and inaudibly mumbled something to me in her sleep. I think it was a curse. The laptop screen is probably bothering her, but she’s too sleepy to put up much of a fight. Take her, Sleep, take her!

My heart is racing. I’m really excited. I think it’s because I finally realized what it is I want to do with Blake Makes, and maybe even my life. I love this blog. And it’s obvious that I love cooking, but I also love what I do for a living. I’m in marketing and I just started my own marketing firm, Killian Interactive (KI).

The KI site is pretty sparce and generic at the moment, and I think it’s because I haven’t quite found my voice, yet. That’s all changing now. I want KI to do very cool, creative, new things. I want to do mostly things online. I’d love to work with food companies (restaurants, stores, manufacturers, etc.) to build communities online around their products. That’s it. That’s my big idea.

Now, I’m going to make it happen. Blake Makes an amazing life.

I’ve got a list a mile long of things I have to do for KI. I’m working with a business counselor who is the best. Mark my words, this will be the best money I will ever spend. She is helping me clean house, both literally and figuratively. It’s going to take some time for me to get it all sorted out, but once I do (give me 3 weeks), I’ll be ready to WOW.

I could probably rant for hours, and fill up a few feet’s worth of screen here, but I won’t. Instead, I’ll leave you with my latest discovery, Open Source Food. They’re not going to know what’s hit them. I’m about to fill their belly with Blake Makes food. It’s the perfect second home for me.

It seems fitting that I’m sharing this with you in the wee hours of the night. Read it (or re-read it at this point) in a whisper for full effect. This is my catharsis, my outlet, my love. Thanks for listening. Night night. bk