A literature of hope and fear. →[More:]Recently, I've been asked to read and critique a couple of business plans, for close friends. Thankfully, they are not the authors of these things, and are seeking "comments they can trust," as potential investors or employees. I know the people I'm reading them for, but don't know the people pushing the business opportunities that are the subjects of the plans, so all I know about these particular businesses, outside of public sources, is what their authors have disclosed in the plans.
So, it's not like I have any axe to grind, and these are not the first such documents, by far, I've ever read. And yet, reading these brings back memories of first writing a business plan for my own first venture, back in the mid-70's, on a typewriter, and later efforts built around PCs and VisiCalc spreadsheets in the early '80's. In some sense, I feel a kinship with these people, who want to try hard, and succeed, but are a little fuzzy on how to do so. They want money, but fear giving up control. They are proud of what they've dreamed up, but a little afraid it might not measure up. They want help making connections, yet fear connections that might steal their ideas.
So, I am reading, and commenting, gently, but realistically, for friends, who will pass my writing (or at least the gist of it, verbally) to strangers I'll likely never meet. I owe all of them an honesty I once hoped for myself, and I owe myself keeping a promise made to myself long ago, of giving them some mite of understanding I didn't sometimes, previously, recieve, when I was in their shoes.
One, I can't recommend, and can't see how to fix, and it is as difficult as ever to quash a dream, while fanning the fires of entrepenurial spirit. For the other, I can see an energy and passion in the writer's hand, that will have trouble harnessing itself to years of budgets, and revenue growth, and step by step market development the business described will likely require, which no amount of injected capital or hired expertise, by itself, will provide. There is a slickness provided by the templates these plans were written in, that belies the naivete of their writers, that I almost envy, for there is no counterpart template for criticizing dreams.
So, help me Mechazens. What did you most want to hear, the last time you cast your pearls before swine?