There are so many posts I have intended to write in the last year, and just not made the time for. Or else worried about how the contents might come back to haunt me, politically, or with funders, or within the open source community. I don’t wish to be known as “Victim Girl” or as “Angry Girl.”
This week I figured something out. In between flying to New York City for two days, juggling meetings and phone calls, getting horribly stranded at the airport, taking a taxi from JFK to the Port Authority Bus Terminal, and finally making it home two days later, this is what I realized:
I realized I actually could make it.
We have a strong enough pitch. We have a strong enough product. We have an international company that wants to license our software — our corporate counsel is reviewing the agreement right now.
We have a clear path laid out for us:
Be first to market for augmented reality social marketing. Build an awesome product / AR dashboard that becomes the industry standard. Implement a new standard of privacy best practices from the get-go — shame Google and Facebook into improving their own offerings.
I really do think we can get there. I really do think we can do a lot of good.
Fear of failure has haunted me ever since we canceled our Kickstarter campaign four years ago — the one this website was named for. We canceled it for three really good reasons:
- Our seed funder’s check bounced.
- The marketplace had changed, making custom WordPress theme design and web design far less important to users.
- I received a really disturbing and threatening package dropped outside my office door, a few days after an article ran about us in the local paper. I had three women working with me at the time — one an intern barely out of her teens. Forgot about me. I was worried about putting other people at risk.
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I reached out to my small town community in shock, hoping for support and solidarity. Nobody gave much of a fuck. Big surprise. I don’t live there any more.
So I moved on, to a new and better project. My boyfriend at the time egged me on.
He was a business journalist– for Bloomberg, Harvard Business Review, and NPR. What that really means is that he paid a publicist $50,000 to get his book reviewed in the right places. That led to other contacts. I helped him get his first article into the Wall Street Journal. He thanked me, and wanted to give me a credit as a co-author. I didn’t feel I’d done enough.
I said no. I haven’t regretted it.
We got interest in our new idea, but we were nearly out of money. So I turned my hand back to the old, boring web development business. We got that going on — carved out a new niche for ourselves helping other entrepreneurs ramp up. Ironic, no?
I thought it was about time I got back to coding, having taken a year and a half off to chase startup dreams. So I did a little demo in Swift. I showed it to some people. And it blew my mind. Folks were actually interested. Money we had been promised in 2013 finally materialized.
And… the rest is present.
We built a cool thing.
We did it for a shoestring budget, even given the funding we got. I was typically the one who skipped a paycheck if things got lean. It’s a chick thing, I guess–you skip meals so your children don’t go hungry.
For me, it was always worth it.
I absolutely love my job. It’s the ride of a lifetime, and I’d give anything to keep doing it.
The problem is, one way or another — it’s about to change.
Once we bring VC in, we lose control of what we’ve built. It’s a game of politics — appeasing the powerful. I’m going to be the one making those monthly board presentations. I’m the one on the hook if sales or product development hasn’t hit the right milestones. I think I’d be ok at this game — I’ve managed clients for the better part of 20 years. I’ve worked for successful startups before, reporting directly to the CEO.
I have to remind anyone reading this that I don’t have a Series A yet — but I am fiendishly optimistic we can get there. More to the point, if we go down that route and we are offered a deal, we will most certainly take it. This is one of the last moments where I can bow out without being a total dick to everyone else on the team.
I’ve talked to a lot of friends in the Privacy/Encryption/FOSS community, and they’re all like, “Do what you have to do, man. Take the money and run.”
It’s not a matter of idealism for me.
It’s not a matter of personal preference, exactly, either. I’m a pretty adaptable person. I have a good sense of what the alternative would look like — taking a day job or taking odd jobs, building my own projects on the side, writing more — using the combination of code and creativity to craft propaganda for a better, more communitarian world.
I know the projects I would work on. At least the first six.
What’s stopping me? I’d be broke as shit, for one. For another, I’m not sure anybody would notice or care. At least if I take the money, I get my picture in the news a few times. Maybe I’d have some kind of platform to influence matters.
So Where Does That Leave Us?
I still haven’t made up my mind. I probably won’t tell anyone when I do. But I know my own break points. There is really only one secret to success — structure your choices so that two or more likely outcomes result in a win.