I Watched a Founder Get Asked “What’s Your Moat” Four Separate Times in One Pitch, and I Don’t Think Anyone in the Room Actually Agreed on What That Word Means

I Watched a Founder Get Asked “What’s Your Moat” Four Separate Times in One Pitch, and I Don’t Think Anyone in the Room Actually Agreed on What That Word Means – A pitch night observation on the increasingly vague, endlessly repeated jargon question that nobody seems willing to define precisely

I Finally Admitted to My Co-Founder That I Don’t Fully Understand Our Own Revenue Model Slide, and It Turns Out Neither Does He

I Finally Admitted to My Co-Founder That I Don’t Fully Understand Our Own Revenue Model Slide, and It Turns Out Neither Does He – A founder’s diary entry on the quiet, mutual bluffing that can creep into even the closest working partnerships under pitch pressure

I Sat Through a Pitch for an App That Is, and I Am Not Exaggerating, Just a Group Chat With Extra Steps, and Everyone Nodded Seriously

I Sat Through a Pitch for an App That Is, and I Am Not Exaggerating, Just a Group Chat With Extra Steps, and Everyone Nodded Seriously – A startup diary entry on the increasingly baffling world of London pitch nights and the confident reinvention of things that already exist

My Own Startup Pitch Deck Has Been Rejected Eleven Times, and I Have Finally Identified the Exact Slide Where Every Single Investor Loses Interest

My Own Startup Pitch Deck Has Been Rejected Eleven Times, and I Have Finally Identified the Exact Slide Where Every Single Investor Loses Interest – A founder’s honest diary entry on the slow, humbling process of workshopping a pitch deck into something that might actually land

An Investor Told Me My Startup “Lacked Founder-Market Fit” Because I Have Never Personally Struggled With the Problem I’m Solving, and I’m Still Thinking About It

An Investor Told Me My Startup “Lacked Founder-Market Fit” Because I Have Never Personally Struggled With the Problem I’m Solving, and I’m Still Thinking About It – A founder’s diary entry on the strange, increasingly rigid expectation that you must have suffered your own problem before you’re allowed to solve it