Mike Macgirvin
Diary and Other Rantings
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Friday, Jul 25 2008, 12:14 pm
Mar 01, 2005
As I've mentioned on other occasions, software never seems to
As I've mentioned on other occasions, software never seems to be finished. The blog software probably would be at this point - except for one thing. I find it generally useful and better (and far less complicated) than all the other crud I've seen out there. That implies there may be a market for it.

...And if there may be a market for it, it seems worthwhile to productize it. Ah yes, software products. I know a little bit about what that involves. It means I need to make it a little more user-friendly and totally configurable. That means I need to work on it some more. What's good enough for me isn't necessarily good enough for the general public. The downside of that is that it obviously involves a lot of work and it will probably get more complicated than I really wish it to. But the upside is that I might be able to make a few dollars by selling it to others. The competition has horrendously complicated stuff and blog farms that you pay (usually between 10-20 bucks a month) to belong to. If I can keep it simple and useful enough that somebody would prefer to buy it outright (for 10-20 bucks), there's a market.

So that's what I'm doing...

Today is the last day for Draper's Music. Finally. I was hoping to pick up some business with him going out of business, but so far it hasn't materialized. In fact business has been worse since he's been having his closeout sale. Maybe things will start to change. At a minimum, even if I don't sell more flutes, Palo Alto folks will need to start looking for things like clarinet and sax reeds. This is the closest place that's got 'em. I can only hope they find me...

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