When I want to write but can’t — that’s how I know I’m going too fast. It feels like I am here but have not arrived yet. In my mind, a draft. A humpback whale of a tale surfacing into consciousness every other week.

What a year.

Red tape, champagne, and a mixed bag of tears.

I don’t want to sugarcoat this piece into a fairy tale. Of course there were frictions. Georges, for one, did not want to sell the business.

The last 7 months have been f*cking crazy. I worked, learned, argued, dreamt, and stressed more than I usually do. Why? We sold Snipcart.

It's a weird feeling. Like having nothing and everything to say at the same time. It's been with me for weeks now. No clear words, just... pressure. Building up. I used to release it regularly in my twenties. I'd blog my heart out [https://backtothefeather.com/]. Felt good, for the

Ah, Internet. Feels like we're swimming in it these days. No wonder we take it for granted. But like power, when it goes down, we get glimpses of medieval times where you couldn't get millions of answers to any question in milliseconds. Scary stuff. I often have moments of metacognition

Hey, I’m Franck [https://twitter.com/the_fln]. 👋 I run a developer-first e-commerce solution, and I try my best to grow a healthy bootstrapped company. It’s called Snipcart, and we’re based in beautiful Québec. Our product is part of the Jamstack ecosystem. If you don’t know

> con·trast, noun, /ˈkänˌtrast/ the state of being strikingly different from something else in juxtaposition or close association. Adult life sucks us in, for better or worse. We start careers, families, homes—then time shrinks. Where you saw friends & relatives twice a week, you now see them once a month.