Days, nights, weekends... I'm an entrepreneur, and one who is, lately, getting a crash-course in online marketing from people like you. "Who need's Twitter?" I asked myself, believing the answer was one of rhetoric, 'No One.'
Only lately I'm beginning to realize, all those things I had rejected: Facebook, Pinterest, et. all, are only hobbies until the're not. Right now I'm paying the price for not playing along, for thinking I'd do my own thing. Even as I barely created a FB page, and why? Only because it could, in theory, pump up the exposure so that, God willing, I can keep doing what I'm doing.
My passion project is to turn this house into a factory, a place where useful things are made en masse without all the overhead. We're making some indestructible, reusable science kits for classrooms that'll last for 10 years. Better: something that won't bankrupt the school in the first place. We'll be able to outfit an entire classroom for $190 flat.
But you know what? I'm straight up terrified. I'm beset by thoughts that this is going to fail. My stomach flutters over the prospect of being defeated, again. I just devoted six weeks designing and building this thing, 12 hours a day. I forgot to eat today. My wife just texted me, and I nearly lied to her about it.
My wife and I have spent this last year on the razors edge, teetering between success and failure, and landing somewhere offside in some kind of grey limbo-area. Now, we're trying to fix it. I hate sales,
I want to be a manufacturer. I like you, Mr. Briggman, and this is why: It looks like you're actually trying to help people here. That's what I want for me, and this company. Companies are only supposed to exist to serve. A company that doesn't is like a Kia Pride with a spoiler, serving no purpose of than to increase drag on the vehicle. And here you are, doing us a solid...
I'm sorry, man, the last thing I want is for this to devolve into a rant because I'm a nervous wreck about our project that's about to go live in a week. To make it up to you, I won't do anything as shameful as link to it.
-Jonathan Musick