How to earn $12000 in 30 Minutes…

My first effort to earn money through the Internet was simple. At the time I presented CrashProof seminars around South Africa. Instead of faxing 30,000 business owners each month, I emailed them. Back then people were happy to get email.

That effort sold a lot of seats and saved many folk from being eaten by their bankers when things changed for the worse.

I read a lot and experimented a lot more. I struggled to find direction, to find confidence in this new web thing. Small ideas. Low risk. Frustrating as heck.

For instance, I read about affiliate schemes, which seemed a fine way to bank some extra dosh. I even signed up with Amazon.com, the crowd who first ran such a system.

After 8 months they sent me a cheque for 20 pounds. It was worth so little back then that I framed the cheque on the wall of my study in Knysna. Bank costs haven’t dropped since then. Amazon commissions haven’t increased since then either.

But, no matter what you try online you win. You’re either learning or you are earning. I am not quite sure which is better.

Fast forward March 2003. I’d been reading a superb course from a firm in Seattle. They had an affiliate program as well. Breakfast at the East Head Cafe in Knysna. (Scrambled eggs, smoked salmon, wholewheat toast, and what a view.)

I sat at the window and read my email. A grumpy Petesweekly reader complained that I was so lucky to know all this Internet stuff. “Lucky” is not a good word to describe hard work.

I told him to stop being a wimp. It wasn’t luck, it was applying the stuff I was learning, especially from one course, I told him. And to prove my point I dared him to buy the blerry course himself show himself how lucky he could get. I gave him the affiliate link.

I was so grumpy that I sent that same email (without his name) to 10,000 readers of PetesWeekly.

And then I had another coffee before heading off to teach a bunch of local Matrics how to earn money. I had the shift just before lunch break. In one class I tore a R200 note in half just to keep them awake.

One of the students asked me how I earned money. Rather than try and explain the intricacies of crashproof seminars I told him that I had just sent out an email to 10,000 people and asked him if he wanted to see the results of an affiliate scheme in action. He wanted to.

I projected my PC screen onto the wall and logged into my affiliate account. I didn’t look at the screen because I was speaking. There was a stunned silence.

“You earned 2000 Rand in the last hour online?” Somebody asked. I turned round and looked at the screen. Actually, I had earned 2000 Dollars since leaving my breakfast table. By the end of the week it was $12,000, from 30 minutes of writing while nibbling smoked salmon and scrambled egg.

That same program earned me more than 1 million Rand over the next few years.

The Amazon.com program earned me nothing. But I learned enough to be able to use a better program very quickly. Just another tool in the toolbox.

There is no single quick fix. There are many skills that are easy to learn. How easy depends on your patience as well as how much you’ve chosen not to learn these past two decades.

Once you have these you can combine them in many ways. Not just for purely online income the way I do it. But also to build income for an off-line business, the way many of my clients do it. The tools are the same.

That’s one thing about the Internet. It keeps changing. Opportunities wind down as new ones emerge.

On Thursday 21 April at 8pm South African time I will share a bunch of other ways I have earned enough income online to leave me stuck in Norway.

Hint: Do not marry a Norwegian. Once they have children they do not want to leave this frozen North.

The event is free. I will record it. If you have registered, even if you do not attend, you will get the video replay.

Go here to reserve your free seat.

I still meet folk who tell me that 2003 course is still in their bookshelves and how it helped them.

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I have wanderlust. Always have had.

Before the Internet everywhere else seemed so exotic. It’s only now, decades later, that I realise how exotic SA is compared to Europe. And warm, now that I think about it.

I sat in the Hussars Grill in Mouille Point about 10 days ago and wrote some notes about the path from Fish Hoek to Oslo. Not the plane trip I was about to take, but what happened en route over 40 years.

I always thought that earning Dollars (the US variety) would give me the ability to live anywhere. It has. But, in hindsight, earning dollars while living in SA was much better.

That Hussars Grill dinner cost $25. A bottle of good wine, medium rare carpetbagger steak, rich ambience… In Norway that dinner would involve a taxi back and forth and there wouldn’t be much change from $150 in a place with the ambience of Cape Town station.

I once moved to Johannesburg to be closer to the spigot that spewed cash. Back in 1981 there was no other option. Now that spigot is wherever I open my laptop. Geography is no longer an excuse for inadequate income. At least not if you are able to read this.

I have spent the past 20 years teaching people about small business.

I now dream of sharing this “laptop” approach to earning income online. It’s not a single formula because there is no such thing. It’s an approach that bolsters what you already know with Internet specific skills that stretch everywhere.

I will present a free webinar on Thursday evening (April 21 at 8pm) on the rather long path I took to being able to live anywhere. I will talk about the myriad mistakes I made en route. The mistakes we make are the foundations of our futures.

There is no “best” way to earn income online. I will share the methods I have used and look at which worked best for me. It’s a fun story that starts in Matric, long before the Internet. En route there has been a helluva lot of money.

You can read more here and register for the session.

Worrying about the Future…

When I was 18 years old I visited a young woman in Glencairn. I had unrequited hopes. One late-Autumn evening I drove away from her in my AA-Yellow Mini Panel Van.

Within seconds I smelled fresh dog guano. That was the icing on the evening’s cake.

A long dark road runs down the mountain through Glencairn. I stopped to clean my shoes on the grass.

While standing at the car door I saw headlights coming down the hill. I jumped inside because it was cold.

A second later I heard screaming. It took a while to realise it was me, on my back, in some bushes. My car was in the bushes a few metres further on. And in the distance another car had stopped.

A large Valiant loaded with drunken folk had plowed into the back corner of my panel van. This had banged open the back doors. The driver’s seat tilted back under the impact and I slid not-so-gracefully through that gap, the car pushed out from under me, batting me into the fynbos on the sidewalk.

A miracle, in hindsight.

And yet.

For the next while all I could think about was the loss of my car. It took fifty years of hindsight to realise that how we see things rarely matches reality.

I have spent a lifetime worrying about bad stuff. None of it ever happened. What bad stuff did happen came as a ridiculous surprise each time. There I was worrying about the future of SA, my medical career, women who were not interested in me, money, and a whole lot more besides.

I thought about this as I drove past that same spot while taking Mom to breakfast last week, fifty years after the accident. As a result of it I changed careers and had great adventures. I drove dozens of new cars. I met fine women. The money was like sugar, always enough on the table.

Almost everyone I know still worries about the future of SA. Just as I did from 1976 onwards.

We forget the miracle of 1994 that has given South Africa prosperity it never saw before then. Despite some challenges. For everyone prepared to work.

We do not remember the facts. We remember our feelings. They are very different. And we are driven by those feelings. We project them into the future. That future always seems bleaker than it turns out. In the meantime we spend too much time worrying.

After two of the best weeks of my life, wandering between Wellington, Fish Hoek, Durbanville, Somerset West and Constantia, I can honestly say that SA has turned out better than all the fears I have had, almost every day, since I left school in 1975.

“Ja Boet,” I hear you say, “but what about Zuma and the coming junk status?”

As I see it, at least we know about what the man seems to be up to. Our robust democracy allows the press to chase anyone. That didn’t happen back in ’74. Where else can someone be lampooned with a showerhead in quite the way our press does with our Prez?

Neither you nor I are powerless. Maybe neither of us can change “the” status quo. But we sure can change our own circumstances. Times change. Rather than bewail our apparent fate, we can respond to improve our own station.

At the time we began worrying about the tragedy of our politics the Internet arrived. Where you live no longer matters. How much you earn is no longer tied to your local prospects. Instead of trying to micro-manage the government, we can cut our own paths. That means making more choices for ourselves. Its harder to do. But the results are liberating.

Next week I will get back to going it alone.

Warm regards from a crispy Norway.