Posts Tagged ‘Network Marketing’

Back to work

This is the view from my office this evening.

They say that Network Marketing is all about making dreams come true and certainly the idea of living on a boat would still be a dream if it were not for this industry.

If you’re wondering why this blog has been silent for a while, it’s because I had some health challenges and decided that if I didn’t go ahead and make things happen, then quite probably, they never would.

So, I stopped work and bought a boat. At the foot of this column you will see a link all about that (it’s quite a story) but one way and another, here I am anchored in an Essex creek and if it was just me that I had to think about, I would be quite content to sit and watch the sunset. However, Number Two son finds that Liverpool University accommodation fees are over budget and Number One daughter is about to take her driving test for a second time and I can see even bigger insurance bills looming. One way and another, maybe I haven’t finished with work.

The Sailing blog, when you get to it, is designed to produce its own income but, I thought to myself: How can I carry on my Network Marketing business from the boat? After all, it is supposed to be the most flexible business…

So, as an experiment, once I had the anchor in the right place (second attempt), I sat down  at the chart table, opened the laptop, connected to the hotspot on my phone and looked up tradesmen advertising on the internet and sent them text messages saying, I had just arrived in Walton on Naze and was looking for people who might be interested in earning some extra money. They would need to give up five hours a week and learn a new skill but there was good money in it…

I received seven replies. Three wanted to know more. I had a good chat with two of them and sent them all to check out the website and research the company thoroughly on Google.

Now, this is not ideal. Ideal is meeting for a cup of coffee and taking your prospect through your presentation step by step. But I don’t want to do that, do I? I would have to go ashore for one thing – and you can bet they would want to think about it and meet again next Thursday. I might not want to be here next Thursday…

I have no idea how successful this will be. But I do remember how I joined: Someone gave me a leaflet. I went away and researched it myself. A week later there was hardly anything I didn’t know about the company or its directors. Its market and its prospects. I made my decision without any help from my sponsor.

And considering I went on to rise to the top 0.2% of the company, it must be at least possible that there will be someone else like me out there. All they need is to be steered to the information.

I’ll let you know how I get on.

In the meantime, if you’re interested in the other side of the story, go to www.oldmansailing.com.

Back in the game

I said the blog was back – and so I had to go and do something to write about…

In fact, there was more to it than that. If you’ve been keeping up, you will know that I have bought a boat and very soon I will be off on my big adventure – doing what I have wanted to do since the age of eleven. However, I have spent the past few days working out the money and, to put it mildly, it’s a bit tight.

 I know that after more than a decade in Network Marketing, I should give the impression that I am stinking rich and can afford to go off and do whatever I like. The trouble is that if I did that, my family would probably complain – after all they are quite content with their lifestyle. I can make a case for saying that the two oldest children have, technically, left home, but the arithmetic still doesn’t look too encouraging.

Make no mistake: Network marketing income is still our biggest source of income. In fact the monthly payment from just the Utility company is more than my three pensions combined – and it took 50 years to build those up.

So for the last month or so, I have been casting around for what I might do to fill the gap. Twenty years ago, I wrote for the Daily Telegraph and so I’ve suggested I might do so again. But I’ve heard nothing and, in retrospect, there is nothing I want less than to be obliged to write something if I don’t feel like it. I’m supposed to be retired, for Heaven’s sake…

If I want to boost my passive income, I want to do it in a way which is as close to being passive as possible. In other words, I do not want to be chasing up with prospects. I certainly do not plan to be unloading my folding bike and riding miles to appointments.

I have already decided that I will try my hand at busking – and will have a sign advertising my blog (where people can learn about my health business and the utility business – and even how to invest profitably in crypto-currencies like Bitcoin). The blog, by the way is www.oldmansailing.com if you haven’t discovered it.

And, of course there are links to my books which sell steadily, if spectacularly, on Amazon.

It was thinking about this that reminded me that the Network Marketing Book (MLM, Network Marketing and the Secret of the Free Prize Draw – if you’re looking for it) always gets a boost when I report in this blog on my statistics from standing in the street talking to total strangers.

…and I quite like talking to total strangers (all to do with ADHD).

So, today, I printed off some forms and had another go. I am rather pleased to report that I slipped back into it as if I’d never stopped. The only difference was that I wasn’t trying to make an appointment. If someone was interested, I offered them to send them some information by email.

If they weren’t I’m sending them an email thanking them for their time, assuring them that I have not added their details to any database and that they will not be hearing from me again (but it just so happens that my standard signature contains a plug for my novel  … oh, all right then, here’s the link… 

…and now for the stats…

Venue Time Minutes Asked Talked Result
Next to town car park, Woodbridge 1210 – 1213 3 1 1 No
  1213 – 1217 4 6 1 Email
  1218 – 1222 4 2 2 Call
  1222 – 1231 9 9 1 Email
  1231 – 1237 6 10 1 No
  1237 – 1244 7 1 1 Leaflet
    33 29 7 4

 

The Blog is Back!

Hello again! The Network Marketing Blog is back.

Yes, it has been a while. Indeed, I see that the last time I logged any statistics was in January 2017. So, if I’m going to come back, I had better tell you why I’ve been away.

It all goes back to the day I banged my elbow in 2015. I was sailing my Laser dinghy on the river and coming last as usual because I just didn’t seem to be able to move around the boat fast enough. To my way of thinking the Laser is best sailed by 20-year-olds. Admittedly, we did have a number of competitors in their 70’s and even 80’s (who all managed to beat me). But then they learned in their teens and had been amassing wily tricks ever since.

As for me: Well, I took to it in my 60’s and had been going downhill ever since. Anyway, I banged my elbow and the next day a spectacular bruise appeared.

The day after that, the bruise turned from yellowish black to yellowish purple – and began to spread up my arm. Also, it started swelling… and hurting…

So, I did what everyone does in this situation. I made an appointment to go and see the doctor.

“Again?” said my wife. “You only went the other week.”

Now the one thing I am not is a hypochondriac. I hate going to the doctor. But as I explained, the last visit had for an insect bite which had become infected – and that was at least a month ago.

But she wouldn’t be put off: “Well what about that cut that got infected.”

“Oh, that was ages ago and it was from a rusty tin. What do you expect?”

“Well I think there’s something wrong with you.”

Maybe she had a point – especially when the doctor prescribed yet another course of anti-biotics. He didn’t like to, he said. But he had to do something to stop the infection spreading.

Except that it didn’t stop spreading: A few days later I was beginning to worry whether they could save the arm (all right, so I was beginning to become a hypochondriac). One way and another, I ended up in hospital having extra-strong anti-biotics intravenously. In other words, I was in a bad way – and all because I banged my elbow…

“Well, you are 66,” was all the sympathy I got.

I don’t know whether you, reading this, are 66. But I can tell you that when you get there, you do not consider yourself old. My 17-year-old daughter thinks 25 is “really old”. I don’t believe old age begins this side of 90 (and I daresay I shall revise that upwards when the time comes).

But it did set me thinking: Here I was still working; standing in the street with my prize draw forms – driving around doing appointments – going to training sessions and conventions…

For one thing, if I carried on doing it and continued to fall asleep at the wheel on the way home from places like Milton Keynes, I would not be getting to 90 at all – and for another, I ought to be retired: I ought to be doing what I wanted to do.

What I wanted to do – what I had always wanted to do – was live on a boat and sail oceans. But I couldn’t very well do that in my present condition. What if I banged my elbow in the middle of the Atlantic?

So, the first thing to do was to sort out my health – and I might have gone to the doctor. I now realise what a close-run thing that could have been. Imagine if I had? What would he have done? He would have given me pills (because that’s what doctors do). Research by Cambridge University found that half the over-65’s in the UK are taking at least five prescription medications a day – and some, over 20!

I now realise that taking pharmaceutical products does not make you better. It masks the symptoms.

Instead, I was introduced to a natural supplement that did make me better – and I have not consulted a doctor since – and that is nearly three years.

Also, I have bought a boat and I shall be off in a month or so – and, of course, I shall be writing a blog about it. This is partly because it’s “what I do” but also, while the wind is free, the cost of keeping a 32ft yacht seaworthy and the galley stocked cannot be ignored. I don’t want to deprive my family of their standard of living, so I shall need another income stream – in fact another two or three would do me nicely.

It will be interesting to see how this works out but whatever you’re promoting, there’s no doubt that an online presence helps – and this blog, which I have ignored for months and months, still gets about 150 visits a day. When I wrote it regularly, I could get that up to 2,500 – which is nearly a million a year!

So, I shall be back in the street with my prize draw forms to report my statistics (people loved to see those, although really, I can’t explain why). Obviously, I won’t be able to promote my original network marketing business because that was in the Utility sector and involved sitting down with people at home and showing them how much money they could save – although, of course, I could promote the opportunity to other people who might be able to do that. After all, they could earn a full-time income from Day One…

The Health business is not necessarily so lucrative but it will suit me because all I have to do is invite someone to look at a website and then they can decide for themselves.

I should explain at this point that the Utility company would be most upset if I recruited any of their people into the Health company – and the Health company would be equally upset if it happened the other way round. So there can be no links and no names. If anyone is interested, they will have to contact me so that I can vet them for allegiances!

But, essentially the more people who read this blog, the more will read the new one (and maybe even find their way to Amazon and buy my books). It’s all rather exciting. In fact, you can start now if you like: Have a look at www.oldmansailing.com.

The chicken leg

This is for Mark. Mark complains that I haven’t written this blog for a while. He says Network Marketers like to see that the Prize Draw in the street is still working. However, it’s a little difficult at the moment because I’m in Starbucks at Kuala Lumpur airport waiting for a connection to Auckland where my grown up son George is getting married to a lovely girl called Haley from Oregon – it’s going to be quite an international occasion and just at the moment I’m not thinking about Multi-Level Marketing.
The whole expedition been quite a rush because last week we were skiing in Alpe d’Huez which was booked a year ago and so with Hugo (the youngest at 14 and the only one not tied up with exams or a job), I dashed from Gatwick to Heathrow and we have just watched three films, eaten two meals and only got half way.
Do I really need someone saying “what about the blog?”
Well of course I do – because while in France I read Mail Men, the unauthorised history of the Daily Mail and it’s controversial editor Paul Dacre. I worked with Dacre pretty much consistently from 1979 through until I left newspapers in 1994.
Many of my old chums were interviewed for the book (and I’m pretty sure I recognise a few who insisted on hiding behind the author’s coy pseudonyms). Also, my Facebook page is alive with outraged comments about who was left out.
So the old hack’s urge to write something – anything – has surfaced again.
So this is about Sally (we’ll call her “Sally” – you’ll see why in a moment).
There we were; six of us at Gatwick in time for lunch and the vote was for Nando’s. Everyone voted for Nando’s except Tamsin – and wouldn’t you just know it but she got a leg instead of a breast which is tiny by comparison so that had to go back – which if you know anything about Nando’s means joining the queue at the counter all over again … or not, as I decided…
And that was how I met Sally. She was as rushed off her feet as the rest of the staff but she could see me holding this plate and the puny little chicken leg and she could see something was wrong. Now, she could have made me wait my turn. But no, she asked the person at the front of the queue to wait.
I knew there was going to be trouble: He was a belligerent-looking type who had been dividing his time between trying to stop his children fighting and pushing his way to the front.
But do you know what? Sally smiled and I can’t even remember what she said because it wasn’t even anything very special. It was just the smile – the body language… The whole, I don’t know, “people skill”…
But he just said: “Sure… OK…” as she took me to the end of the counter and swapped the leg for a breast.
“My God, you’re good with people,” I told her. “How’d you do that? I thought he was going to bite your head off!”
She flashed that smile again. “It’s a knack.” she said. “You have to learn it in this job.”
“Well, I’d like to see you in my business. I think you’d be brilliant. Have you ever thought of doing something part-time for some extra money – as long as it doesn’t interfere with your job of course…”
So, of course, she said what everyone says – which is: “What is it?”
And I did what every (seasoned) Network Marketer does – I made an excuse: “Look, my wife’s chicken is going to get cold. But I could give you a ring when we get back…”
And here was the really interesting thing: I didn’t have a pen and paper (I’d just got up from the table) and she didn’t have a pen and paper (because Nando’s is all digital) and that might have been the end of it.
But just as we were sitting over our empty plates and wondering about going to the departure gate, Sally came back with her name and contact details written on a scrap of paper. She was just finishing her shift but please would I get in touch when I got back?Well, now I’m back and so I will.
And the message for Mark and anyone else who follows this blog for the Prize Draw I the street: The message is that we don’t just do that. We do that as well as everything else – because in the end it’s all about talking to people – and there are a million ways of doing that

It takes all types

You know the theory that you should never pre-judge?

Well, I didn’t pre-judge the guy who came delivering our free newspaper. I must admit I didn’t waste much time on him. I just gave him a brochure, said: “Look I’m always after people who aren’t afraid of a bit of hard work. Would you be interested in making some extra money if it didn’t interfere with what you’re doing already?”

I didn’t think much more about him until he phoned. We met up and decided that he was going to do this by delivering leaflets. I must say I wasn’t too sure about this. After all, it’s supposed work by personal contact but if that’s what he wanted to do…

So I looked up my friendly online printer (based in Germany would you believe) and found we could get him 10,000 A5 leaflets for £77. He was going to get back to me.

Well, today he delivered this week’s copy of the paper (which I’m afraid joined the last one in the recycling crate) and I asked him he if was going to join us.

Apparently not. His girlfriend is the one with the money and she didn’t go for it.

“She’s always doing this,” he said. “She stopped me doing my Vallium business.”

– You had a Valium business?

“Yeah,  well Temazepam. Great it was. People used to come round my house all the time for it… ”

– You can’t do that! That’s drug dealing. You’ll end up in jail!

“Nah, people loved it. Really good stuff, I was getting – ’til Jeanette stopped me. Stopped me doing Viagra too. She’s like that all the time. Soon as I get something going, she puts a stop to it.”

He says he’ll get back to me…

Sales

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If you stand in the street offering a Free Prize Draw to total strangers there are always going to be two questions that come up: “What’s this all about” and – rather less often – “Who are you”.

I have covered many times what to say to the first (but to save you searching, I’ll give you the answer…)

“What’s it about? Ah, you mean ‘What’s the catch?’”

  • Yes, what’s the catch?”

“Well, the catch is that if you can’t run faster than me, I get to ask you four questions. Is that OK?”

The second question which people ask is the easy one: “Who are you?”

In my case the answer is absolutely brilliant because it opens up a wonderful avenue for rapport-building. As you might have guessed, the answer in my case is “John Passmore” and, where I live in Suffolk, the Police and Crime Commissioner is a man named Tim Passmore. He’s terribly nice, works amazingly hard and gets his picture in the local paper almost every day – which is no doubt why he keeps getting re-elected.

And, of course, when I tell people my name, they always say: “Any relation to the Police Commissioner?”

This provides me with a cue as loaded as anything in pantomime: “Well, if you’re a traffic officer stopping me for doing 70 miles an hour on the Orwell Bridge, he’s my brother. Otherwise, I’m sorry, no relation…”

By the time we’ve gone through that, do you think my new prospect is ready for the four questions?

So the other day I was about to go through this little performance when the woman asking the questions stopped and said: “Did you have a child at Kyson Primary School?”

  • Well, yes I did – four actually…

Then I looked again at her name … and she had taught all of them! So of course at this point I had to explain that the oldest is in his final year of English with Creative Writing at the University of East Anglia, the next one has just been offered a place by Plymouth Medical School, Number Three is doing her GCSE’s and currently aspiring to a career in journalism while the youngest is in Year 9 at the local high school and has never wanted to be anything but a lawyer for as long as anyone can remember (something in which he should excel, given his aptitude for argument…)

Now, I know this sounds like one of those awful Christmas Newsletters you find parodied in the Guardian but the fact is that none of it would have been possible without the hard work and patience of the primary school teacher and her colleagues. So I made the point of emphasising this – and asked her about her life in retirement. I can’t tell you much about that for fear of identifying her.

But what with one thing and another, we finally got around to the four questions and now I shall be going to see her on Thursday to introduce her to my Network Marketing business.

But it was only later, thinking about all the other teachers who had been so much a part of our lives for twelve years, that I realised I had, at one time or another, attempted to prospect every one of them – and failed miserably on each occasion.

So what made the difference?

I may be wrong but here’s my take on it: All those attempts to turn a social situation – a quiet moment after class, a cup of tea in the interval of the school play – into a pitch for my business, was seen as just that… a crass attempt to sell something.

Standing in the street with a clipboard full of Prize Draw forms – it’s obvious that I’m selling something – and proud to do it.*

I know I get into trouble for “bucking the system” but I think this proves that there is no one way to succeed in this business. You hear people saying that Network Marketing is not about selling. It’s about recommending…

This sounds comforting and for some people, undoubtedly it works. But the plain fact is that if money changes hands, something just got sold.

And if nobody sold anything global commerce would cease to exist overnight. So if you’re happy to admit that you’re in sales, stand up, be proud – especially in the street…

 

* If the Police and Crime Commissioner is reading this, I should explain that in fact, I am not selling anything in the street – that is illegal without a licence.  In fact what I am doing is canvassing – the sale comes later…

Date/Venue Time Minutes Asked Email/brochure & Callback Appointment
5.1.17 City Center 1.52 – 1.56 4 1 1
1.56 – 2.01 5 4 1
2.01 – 2.08 7 6 1
2.08 – 2.13 5 1 1
2.13 – 2.18 5 9 1
2.18 – 2.27 9 4
2.27 – 2.35 8 1 1
2.35 – 2.38 3 1
2.38 – 2.42 4 2 1
2.42 – 2.47 5 3
Total: 53 20 7 2

The new hat

20161120_122205People say that approaching strangers in the street doesn’t work. They say you have to have nerves of steel. They say that Network Marketers should stick to people they know like and trust.

But if the people you know don’t like or at least don’t trust you, we do have a teensy weensy bit of a problem.

If the people you know are suspicious of you branching out from your “proper job” or this is the third or fourth home business you’ve tried or they just think you want to use their friendship to sell them something, you really do need the Cold Market.

Of course you could get together with some other distributors from your company and book a stand at a public event and spend your Saturday meeting people you don’t know – and, certainly, that will work.

I just happen to think it’s easier if you find the perfect hat in the first shop you try.

– Hold on, what has this got to do with hats?

You see, this is not really a story about Network Marketing. It’s really a story about a hat. I bought it at the London Boat Show – oh, it must have been six or seven years ago but it was not a yachting cap. It was a brown leather baseball cap made by Stetson of the USA. It cost a fortune – something like £30 as far as I remember, which is a lot for a baseball cap. But I loved it. It got lost a couple of times but I made a huge effort and found it. But this time it’s been gone for too long. I still have hopes that it will turn up in some obvious but unexpected place along with my prescription sunglasses. However, now that winter is here, my head is getting cold.

So I drove into Ipswich, bought a one-hour car park ticket and set out to do the rounds – after all, this was no ordinary hat I was replacing. This may take time.

In fact, I found it in the very first shop and it was the  only one I tried on. It’s not really as good as the old hat but it will be warm, it looks all right and it cost only £12.

Now, what all this has got to do with Network Marketing is that by the time I had browsed around, bought a sweater and a pair of trousers and mooched about thinking how much I hate Christmas shopping, I was back on the street with 20 minutes left on the car park ticket – time to do a little prize draw in the street.

The trouble was that my favoured spot was five minutes away – and I was already five minutes from the car park. If it was going to happen, it had to happen here and it had to happen now. The trouble was that I was standing in a broad pedestrian precinct – where people would have plenty of space to avoid me if I adopted my usual tactics of holding up my form and telling them what they could win. In this sort of environment, you don’t want people to know what’s going on until they’re on top of you.

So instead I picked a likely prospect, appeared to notice them at the last moment and said: “Ah, this is for you…”

(You do have to guard against the tremendous temptation to stand there looking at all the passers-by, waiting for the perfect prospect – and never actually get around to asking anyone). But on this

Of course, you may pick the wrong one. On this occasion, the first turned out to speak not a word of English yet insisted on going through the whole procedure anyway.

So I was there for a total of ten minutes – and the second and only other prospect was a  lovely lady who I shall be seeing on Monday morning. All I can tell you so far is that she is interested in what I have to offer and she has a border collie. Border collies are lovely dogs – very intelligent and if they’re not herding sheep they need to learn tricks or they get bored and make trouble. Apparently, this one is just perfect (bit of rapport-building there).

And I still got back to the car park in time.

The dilemma

Anyone who ever had an appointment with a prospect will be familiar with the dilemma: You’re running late. Do you call?

If you do call you are giving them the opportunity to say: “Oh, I’m so sorry. Something’s come up. Can we do it another time…”

Whereas, if you just turn up on the doorstep – even if they had forgotten you were coming – the chances are they’ll feel sufficiently apologetic to let you in.

But of course we’re not desperate are we?

So when I set off yesterday, I was only two minutes down the road when the call connected and the excuse came out of the speakers: “The school’s just phoned and one of the children is ill. They want me to go and collect her. Can we do it another time?”

– Of course. When would you like? Hold on let me pull over and get my diary…

In fact it was a very good and friendly conversation. Wednesdays are best for her so it’s going to be next Wednesday at the same time.

There was a time when a lost appointment – or even a rescheduled appointment was a disaster – if you’ve only got one a week, there goes your whole week.

But you have to look at the reason I was running late.  If you look at the statistics below you will see that I spoke to eight people in 42 minutes. The trouble was, I only intended to do half an hour of prize draw – that would have given me time to walk home and drive to the appointment.

But as you can see, I started at 11.51 and half an hour later (at 11.22) I had spoken to five people – bang on the average – and had one appointment. The only thing that was not average was that nobody had said no.

I had five new names on my list and all was well with the world.

So what was the hold-up? Well, it was the next person – the one at 12.22.

I was just about to put away the forms when she walked past and said “Good morning”.

So I said “Good Morning” and she said “Here again…”

Which made it rather difficult for me not to say: “This is for you. You can win…”

… and three minutes later, we had an appointment for next Wednesday morning when she gets back from taking the children to school.

It wasn’t so bad – only three minutes behind schedule. I went to untie the dog from the drainpipe when a friend came past – a good friend. One of those friends you see all the time, so you don’t have to make a point of ringing them up to pitch them because you know the topic is going to come up in conversation.

She smiled: “Hi, John…”

Of course then she looked at the forms and said: “You’ve already done me…”

Which I had. She’s been a customer  almost a decade and pays me well every month.

But No, I said: “Did you know about the lightbulbs? You can get all your lightbulbs changed for nothing…”

The only trouble was I was now I was six minutes behind schedule…

Of course it grew to 10 minutes by the time I got home and found the iPad and the car keys.

But it was while on the way back after the cheerful cancellation – in fact within a minute of the cheerful cancellation – that the music cut out and a call came in: “Er – my husband picked up a leaflet and it said I ring for more information…”

Time to pull over again. I began to write down her name and address. I looked at them a second time. The surname – and particularly the address – were identical to those on the envelope on the passenger seat. The one I was due to deliver on my way home.

“Well isn’t that extraordinary! I have a letter addressed to your husband right here. I was going to pop it through your door on my way home – which in fact is going to be in about one minute because I’m at the end of your road now. If you like I could knock on the door instead…”

As it happened she was just about to go out so instead it’s going to be Friday at 3.00 p.m.

Don’t you just love Network Marketing?

Date/Venue Time Minutes Asked Email/Brochure & Callback Appointment
2.11.16

Car Park

11.51 – 11.59 8 9 1
11.59 -12.05 6 1 1
12.05 – 12.12 7 5 1
12.12 – 12.16 4 3 1
12.16 – 12.22 6 4 1
12.22 – 12.27 5 1 1
12.27 – 12.30 3 1 1
12.30 – 12.33 3 1 1
42 25 6 2

Life’s a jungle – and Network Marketing is no different…

They say the answer to all of life’s questions can to be found in The Godfather (What day is it? Monday, Tuesday, Thursday, Wednesday… What should I take? Take the gun, leave the cannoli…)

Equally it can be found in The Hitch-hiker’s Guide to the Galaxy:” Never a trust a life-form if you can’t see where it keeps its brain.”

And never trust a network marketing company if you can’t see where the money comes from. This is particularly appropriate now – as we observe the troubled My Advertising Pays and remember Banners Broker. But here is a very sorry story: A company that appeared to have a fantastic product. A distributor who gave her all to promote it…

The Day Young Living broke my Heart

 

Holiday Season

CrabbingNow this is something you should see. This is something to be proud of. In fact I believe this might just be a world record (well a record in a very small world). But first some scene setting:

Next month is the Autumn Convention. Anyone in the world of Network Marketing will know that in the month before the Big Convention we are all on a mission – we need to hit Double-Diamond Starship Commander status to get to the conference in Cancun – we need another 20 contracts to get the Maserati – we need this for that or the other for whatever.

In short, we need some activity.

The only trouble is that the Autumn Convention comes right after the Holiday Season – which means I have spent the last week with my family at the seaside doing all the things we have done every year since the children were little – and even though they’re now in their teens and twenties, we still do the same things because… because…. Well, it’s a tradition.

So we had sausages by candlelight in the beach hut on the first night and cockles from the fisherman’s hut and walked to Walberswick in the rain (only it rained just the once about ten years ago) and went to the Summer Theatre (The 39 Steps)…

And this year for the first time, there was a new activity. Every day Dad went into town for an hour of Prize Draw. In the seven days we were there I added 70 names to my list and signed up a new distributor (right there in the street). It didn’t interfere with the holiday and it was a great boost to the business just at the right time.

But none of that compares with what happened today.  Today we were home and the trouble is that once you’ve done something every day for a week, it becomes difficult to break the habit. The plain fact was that I just had to get out there with my little satchel over my shoulder and my wad of prize draw forms. The only trouble was that today is Sunday and the town centre was deserted. It shouldn’t be: Shops stay open on Sundays now – and this was Holiday Season. It should be crowded with visitors. But you can’t argue with the facts. The Town Centre was deserted.

But habits – even new ones – die hard. The next stop was the river wall where people stroll on a Sunny Sunday. That too – for some inexplicable reason – was similarly empty.

In desperation the third stop was the boating pond. The good thing about this concrete rectangle filled with two feet of murky water is that they’ve now relocated the tea hut next to it. The place was teeming – and better still, teeming with people hanging about watching the children who in turn were watching the grown-up children sailing their radio-controlled boats.

Now, if you look at the statistics below and compare them to previous statistics you will notice something quite extraordinary: The “asked” column contains only the figure “1” – five times I invited people to enter my free prize draw and five times they said “yes”.

Starship Commander, here I come…

 

Date/Venue Time Minutes Asked Brochure/email/

Callback/Appointment

28.08.16

Boating pond

11.45 – 11.47 2 1 B,C
11.47 -11.49 2 1 B.E.C
11.49 – 11.57 8 1 B,E,C
11.57 – 12.02 5 1 B,E,C
12.02 – 12.07 5 1 B,C
Total 24mins 5 5B, 3E, 5C,
What’s it all about?

This is the diary of a successful Multi-Level Marketer making money from home and fitting a part-time business into a busy life.
Over the years it has developed but the objective remains the same: To demonstrate how anyone can build a successful network marketing business in "the nooks and crannies of the day".
Eventually this spawned a training programme which I called The Cold Market Academy. This began as a seminar available only to MLM-ers working with my company. Then it went online as an e-learning course.
Now it is a book available through Amazon: MLM, Network Marketing and the Secret of the Free Prize Draw (you can see more about this on the "MLM Prize Draw" tab above.)
But at the heart of the Network Marketing Blog is the answer to the two most common questions people ask when they look at this business - and the two biggest challenges they face when they start:
1. I'm not a salesperson.
2. I don't have the time.
These are genuine concerns and all too often they get brushed aside: "Don't worry about that. We'll show you how..."
This blog is designed to show how it works in reality and in real time - how anyone, no matter how busy, can work their business consistently in small fragments of time. Because that's all you need; just a few seconds to find out if someone's interested.
And please bear in mind the entries here are only a tiny snapshot of the daily activity. Most of what goes on would make very dull reading indeed: Making calls from the list ... adding names to the list...making calls from the list...
As for being a salesperson: Have a look and decide for yourself.
Is it sales?
Let's say you call on a friend unexpectedly and find them up to their ankles in water and battling with a burst pipe.
Imagine it: There they are, soaked to the skin, trying to wrap a towel round the leak while they shout: "I rang the plumber but all I get is the Ansaphone..."
Honestly now, would you ignore their plight or would you volunteer the number of your own plumber.
Would you do what you could to help them or would you consider that going into "sales" on behalf of the plumber would be beneath you?
And what would your friend say when they realised you had deliberately chosen to leave them struggling to stem the flow and all because you felt embarrassed about "selling" something.
Network marketing is all about spreading good news and it's all about helping people.

If you're thinking of getting into Network Marketing - or already in it but not making enough money - contact me at info@networkmarketingblog.org.uk

About Me

John Passmore,
United Kingdom.

For 25 years I was a newspaper reporter - ending up as Chief Correspondent for the London Evening Standard. Then I gave it all up and, with my wife, set out to live the simple life on a small boat while writing a column for the Daily Telegraph. Five years and two children later we moved ashore - and five years and another two children after that I ran out of money. Nobody wanted to give me a job and I couldn't afford to start a conventional business. Then at a craft fair in our local community hall, somebody showed me network marketing. It was described as a home-based business that would provide anyone with a second income if they were prepared to work for it. I was sceptical. There were claims of high earnings and something called a "residual income". But what if it did work? And besides what alternative did I have? So I threw myself into it wholeheartedly (which is the only way to succeed at anything). I'm not saying it was easy or there were never moments of doubt but if you're prepared to learn and determined never to give up, then there is a statistical certainty that you will make money. I started in April 2005. I was broke and embarrassed. Today I have no money worries whatsoever.