Angie McKaig - E-Business Consultant and Entrepreneur

I miss it. I'll admit2002.01.16
I miss it. I'll admit it. A year ago, I sold my baby, product of my blood and sweat and tears for five years. And I miss it. I miss the zillions of emails every week. I miss the community that grew around it to the tune of 3300 members. I miss coming up with new ideas (although I don't miss not having enough time to implement a quarter of them!). I miss tending it, watering it, feeding it, weeding it. And yes, I miss the pride that came in working a great site. Topic matter or no, it was a great site.
But the web was a smaller place when I built it, still small as it grew to the behemoth it became. Ideas for big sites still aren't hard to come by - but I've always been an admitted perfectionist, and having a "good" site was never enough for me. Not then, and certainly not now on the heels of my previous success. I would want to build the best site there is for that particular genre. And there are already great, great sites in nearly every genre you can imagine. And the work. Oi. The work involved in getting a site from launch to self-sustaining success is hard work. Hours and weeks and months of it. Still, I'm not afraid of hard work. I am having trouble, however, coming up with an idea worth all the work - my cup runneth over with ideas, but none that grab me hard and fast enough to give it a go.
So if you're thinking of tossing aside that wildly successful personal site, give it a second thought. Be prepared for how much you will miss it!
On to other news. Got my Online Community Report newsletter today, and I'm consistently impressed by the quality of this site and all its related bits. Work well done. Someone loves it. You can tell.
You've heard of concept cars, now you can see concept computers - next gen designs for your desktop, kitchen, and other assorted rooms. Interesting designs here. (Link via #!/usr/bin/girl)
And finally, in the so-useless-it's-interesting pile: The Condiment Packet Museum.
Yes, you read that correctly. A museum chock-full of ketchup, mustard, and even soy sauce. Heh.

