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Salut ——> Have I mentioned that I like Ben Settle? If this is ya first time here, that’s a joke. ‘Cause I talk about el Benbo a lot. I like his emails. I like his philosophy about emailing. I like that his emails are never boring. And he has a habit of popping up with the right thing to say at the right time. Although, if you were to email as much as Ben, you’d increase your chances of popping up at the right time too. Something to think about… I’m on my 30 day challenge. I can only eat meat, fish, eggs, milk, plain natural yogurt, potatoes, fruit and veg, and olives in brine. And, I must write and publish two blogs each day, plus a note. I’ve already done the note and one of the blogs. I have a book full of ideas for the second blog. But none of them were jumping out like fish at me. You know…. I wasn’t inspired. “Shut up and write” was the title of Ben’s email. And it’s timeless advice that most good writers give. Apply ass to chair is something I remember reading by Steven Pressfield. 10% inspiration and 90% perspiration is the classic workplace sticker. Sometimes you just gotta slog it out. If it was easy everyone would do it. Build a list. Email it. Sell to it. Direct marketing 101. If you’d like help with the email part I’m reachable on aidan@aidan100.com sling sling AIDAN100 |
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