My busiest week yet. Nobody joined.

This was the busiest week I've had since I started.

I wrote, filmed, edited and published a whole episode in one evening. I put cards out on four platforms. I left comments on other people's posts that were seen by about sixteen hundred people. I sent twenty messages to people I've known for years and got four proper replies back.

New subscribers to this list: zero.

Not one. Nobody left either, so the number is exactly where it was seven days ago. Twenty-four people, one of whom is still me.

And the episode itself?

Nine views.

The first video I ever made — the one that takes thirty-three seconds to say what the channel even is, the one I'd bin tomorrow if I could — is on four hundred and sixty-four.

That's not a fair fight and I'm not going to pretend it is. Episode four is a day and a half old. Video one has had five weeks.

But here's the bit I can't explain away: video one was on three hundred on Wednesday. It has picked up a hundred and sixty-four views this week alone, while I didn't touch it, didn't share it, didn't think about it once. Meanwhile the one I actually worked on sat there.

Something out there decided, five weeks ago, that the worst thing I've made is the thing worth showing people. I still have no idea what.

I'm going to be straight with you about something.

I don't actually know what I'm building yet.

When I started this I had a picture in my head that I never once checked. Build an audience. Get big. A hundred thousand people eventually, and then money arrives the way it seems to for everyone else — advertisers, affiliate links, sponsorships.

Then I did the arithmetic for the first time.

Twenty thousand dollars a month is two hundred people paying a hundred dollars a month.

Two hundred. Not a hundred thousand. I'd been carrying a number around that was five hundred times too big and building everything to fit it.

So there are really only three ways this thing could ever pay for itself. This week did something to all three of them, and none of it was flattering.

Door one: an audience, paid for by advertisers.

Last week's issue went to twenty-three people. Thirteen opened it — the best open rate I've had.

Clicks on the links in it, including the affiliate ones that are supposed to be the revenue experiment: zero. Not one.

That's a tiny sample and I'm not going to dress it up as proof. But it's the first number I've seen that points at the business model rather than the writing.

Door two: two hundred people paying for something.

And here's the uncomfortable part — I already own most of the second version. It's called Tidy Design. It's a shop, it sells hoodies, it has products and customers and a checkout that works, and it's been sitting there the whole time while I've been over here building a media company from nothing.

What it doesn't have is the recurring part. A hoodie is a one-off. A hundred dollars a month is not.

Door three: sell the thing I actually know how to do.

I spent thirty years as a commercial director. My job was walking into a business with a complicated product and turning it into something a customer could follow. So the obvious move is to sell that.

This week one of the people I messaged — a founder who left corporate to build his own software company — answered the question I'd been too polite to ask. Had he ever paid anyone to help with this?

He had. Marketing people, sales people, developers, specialists. Real money.

Then he wrote the most useful sentence anyone has said to me this month:

"You can pay for capability, but you can't really outsource figuring out your market."

He wasn't complaining about a bad supplier. He was saying nobody can do that part for you, and that hiring people before you've worked it out just lets you burn money faster.

The one person qualified to buy what I was thinking of selling had just explained, kindly and at length, why he wouldn't.

So that's where I am.

Three doors. One of them produced zero clicks, one of them is half-built and pointed the wrong way, and one of them was talked out of existence by a man who's already tried it.

I don't have a resolution for you. I'm not going to invent one so this email has a tidy ending.

What I've got is a much better question than I had on Monday, and four people who've told me things I couldn't have guessed. That's not nothing. It's just not a business yet.

The real numbers this week:

That's the whole list this week. An email admitting I don't know what the business is has no business printing fifteen lines of measurements of the old one.

One thing before you go, and this week I really do want an answer.

Three doors. Pick one and tell me why.

Not which one sounds nicest — which one you'd actually put money on, if it were your money. And if the answer is "none of them", that's the most useful reply you could send me and I'd genuinely rather have it than a kind one.

I read every reply.

— Mark

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