Day 95

So this will teach Ben not to insist that I write a blog entry. I'll be savagely honest. The mystique of entrepreneaurship is really, deep down, self-torture. Doing the hardest work you've ever done, for nothing. Living with your broken work, and its unworthy comparison with the great idea you started with. Fighting off the blues, trying to keep going when the tank is on empty. No wonder you sometimes wish that every day didn't really count - that some days might as well be discounted and sold at bargain rates.

But then that mysterious power of positive thinking creeps back in. It tells you that you have not failed yet, that the power of the idea actually will outlast the excruciating pain of making it happen. So the project rolls forward. What you planned for to happen actually happens, after a fashion. Time Trails actually is a real business now, and really is attracting investors and participants. The software actually exists now, and does its job, however clumsily. The people who have stood behind us, who have shown an interest and reached out to us, really have helped create it. Togther, we can do it (now there's a catchy slogan...). The idea of Time Trails seems to be surviving the incompetence of its sponsors, and I believe it has a future. The day, with all its stress and breakdown, is, and will be, ultimately, counted.