I'm shipping, and I'm scared about it

You probably haven't heard about freckle, unless you follow me on twitter. This is because this year is the year that Amy learned that the more she talks about something, the less likely she is to do it. My theory used to be that if I publicly committed myself, the external pressure would help. Turns out I was completely wrong.

Thomas and I, together with our wonderful friends Dieter and Phillip of abloom, have built an entirely new thing.

slash7 freckle: Dashboard

slash7 freckle: Dashboard

slash7 freckle: Dashboard

slash7 freckle: Dashboard

This is freckle. Well, this is a tantalizingly small and suitably vague portion of freckle.

freckle? Wait. What?

This thing I haven't mentioned even once on this blog.

We're shipping it on Monday.

No ifs, ands, or buts about it. No catastrophe will stand in our way.

There are only two ways I can describe the way I feel about this:

exhilarated & triumphant

and

terrified

I guess the exhilarated & triumphant part makes sense. But on another level, despite the fact that I believe we've done an incredible job, I'm riddled with doubt.

Fear, Uncertainty & Doubt - Amy-style

If you know me, you know that doubt is just not something I really... do. I imagine that this comes across in my writing, but most (sane) people must assume that that's just a writer's pose, the voice, the persona. But no, that's me. I often wonder, I often do not know the answers to questions, I am ready to admit I'm wrong on individual facts or interpretations, but when I do know something about big things, my life, my career, what I should be doing... I just KNOW. In big, bold, capital letters.

I'm not the asshole that this makes me sound like. Although if you don't know me, you'll just have to take my word for it.

But the proof of the pudding is in the eating. Right?

But the long and the short of it is, I've spent the majority of my design career working on things that never saw the light of day as I imagined them. The sad fact of consulting is that unless you pick your clients with a CIA-level of scrutiny, you will often work on projects that fail, for one reason or another.

Freckle has none of those issues. If it fails, it's all on us. Or should I say, it's all on me. Everybody on our team is critical and it would have been impossible to build and ship freckle without every single one of us working in concert.

But—and I'm sure you heard this but coming—the direction of freckle is my doing. If people don't like it because it's new and weird, that's my fault. If people don't like it because they love their current software, that's my fault, too.

I haven't really shipped pudding before.

And aside from small things—except for things like this blog, cheat sheets, Twistori, and presentations, all of which are either small or ephemeral—I've never really shipped anything for public consumption without the interference of a client or company that I was working for.

I've never run a major web application before. By some quirk of my career, I've never had a major project ship and remained seriously involved in it afterwards. Never. Not even for the three major products where I was involved as a key person at my previous employers.

I'm not a lightning rod of doom or anything (although I was doing work for Bear Stearns last fall). Sometimes—and especially in the early years—it was my fault. But most of the time it's just normal corporate entropy, That Stuff Which Happens To Projects.

And yet.

Breakdown (á la En Vogue, not Dr Phil)

I'm scared that freckle will be a total flop and people will hate it and this time there'll be no option to say "Dude, that bouncy logo? Not my fucking idea. Blame the guy who hired me."

I'm afraid people won't like this pudding that I have, in some way or another, been waiting my entire career to make. This pudding made from my experience, my frustration, my curated stable of ideas, my best-loved theories.

I'm also scared that it will be a success, and I'll be right again, and then what will I do with myself?

I'm not actually looking for free therapy, but...

So, I'm exhilarated. And I'm scared. And I'm OK with that. I didn't write this for sympathy or to fish for compliments. Being scared doesn't stop me, it just keeps me awake at night sometimes.

It's just that this is a side you don't often hear and I wanted to tell it. I tried to explain this at failcampback in July—especially the bit about being afraid of success—and people just stared at me. They were with me when they thought I was talking about fear of failure only. Then as I continued, their faces held more and more disbelief. "What—you mean you're scared of success, too? Woman, this is not a problem." Like I was crazy.

I KNOW I'm not crazy. And I doubt I'm alone.

To me, this is so much more than just the launch of yet another web 2.0 service (blech!). And I know I'm not the only one feeling this way about something seemingly so trivial. It seemed worth writing about.

So thanks for listening.