See what I did there? Self-deprecating statement on my performance contrasted with a a popular pop/reggae cross-over figure. Clever eh?
Today, I have mostly been following an Affiliate Marketing Plan.
I started it yesterday, which is why I didn't show up here. I found a plan. One of the many e-books I have downloaded 'spoke' to me. I say spoke to me, I could identify with its' simplicity would be a more honest assessment.
Under it's direction, I opened an account at ClickBank (of which I am really quite proud) read through 5 (YES, F-I-V-E!) pages of Affiliate offerings and selected one. Again, following my new leader, (being totally honest, it's a program that doesn't speak to me in a Californian accent - if you can understand that) I then went along to E-zines and opened an account. Following orders, I read another five or so articles on 'Affiliate Marketing' (from E-zines) again as directed.
I'm following the plan. Under direction I found an affiliate - not under direction it wasn't about Affiliate Marketing.
My chosen affiliation was, let's just say, relationship-centric. Because I like to put in a good piece of work, I then spent several hours researching. My 'guide' said look at the promoters' site and get what you need from there.
I Googled the life out of it and produced a research document to boot. From said document (and under direction) I went along to Squidoo and created my first lens. Oh how they demand photographs. Trying to comply with copyright I used acceptable photos - add another 45 minutes to my attempt to 'lens'.
Establishing how to ping the RSS - plus 40 minutes.
After several, several hours I have a finished product. My chosen guide directs that I got to Ezine and write several articles to generate back-links. E-zine is down and I can't write anything!
Between times, the hateful wench that answers to Mrs NoozeHound returns. Complains about everything, not the least the noise of my keyboard. She then tells me to get a proper job. Adding that I am hiding from the real world.
Fuck you Mrs NoozeHound. Fuck you.
Welcome to the disappointment.
