1. Which of the following is a legitimate money-making course?
A. “How to make fistfulls of cash just sitting at home, doing nothing”
B. “How to make money on the WORLDWIDE INTERNET with 5,000 mini-malls!”
C. “You too can own dozens of houses and collect giant rent checks with no work”
D. “The Win-Win Guide to Scooping Up Foreclosed Homes from Dumb Little Old Ladies”
E. “How to make a million dollars a year running a Jazz radio station.”
2. Which of the following can you easily sell to a gullible jackass?
A. Reprint rights to “How to make fistfulls of cash just sitting at home, doing nothing”
B. Reprint rights to “How to make money on the WORLDWIDE INTERNET with 5,000 mini-malls!”
C. Reprint rights to “You too can own dozens of houses and collect giant rent checks with no work”
D. Reprint rights to “The Win-Win Guide to Scooping Up Foreclosed Homes from Dumb Little Old Ladies”
E. Reprint rights to “How to make a million dollars a year running a Jazz radio station.”
Answers: 1. None of the above. 2. All of the above
The bad news is, there’s always going to be a steady supply of shiftless, loafing drones who will consume this tripe.
But the good news is, once the con men vacuum out their wallets, they won’t be able to buy any more of it. The con man and the sloth are made for each other, in their own special way. (Even the wolverine, the most remorseless, vicious killer in the forest, has his place in the food chain, doesn’t he?)
For many years of my life I thought I was lazy. My dad told me I was lazy and he dearly hoped I’d get straightened out. I had mediocre expectations for myself.
I’ll never forget the day it changed. I was a junior in high school. One night had a coke with Dr. Lee, an extremely successful university professor, department chairman and management consultant, who told me his story. Suddenly the light bulb goes on: Work is not this dreary obligation that starts the day after vacation.
Work is the thing that pays for the vacation. Work is something that can begin to absorb all your attention and interest as soon as you get back from vacation. Work can be a pleasure and a challenge.
I realize very, very few people reading this newsletter are shiftless, loafing drones, in fact my readers tend to be the cream of the crop in the marketing community. Most of us are only slowed down by the drones and con men and rip-off artists. Every single one of us expends effort each day to overcome the problems those people create, to earn trust that others have stolen.
Here’s the real point: All of us still have a shiftless loafing drone inside our head who occasionally arises and starts stomping around and muttering. All of us have a little con man in the control room who offers clever suggestions about taking some little old lady’s money. All of us possess a few gullible-sucker brain cells who desperately want to believe the con-man. Some days, we’re a bit too self-assured to stop and investigate the con man before we accept his deal.
And, back to my conversation with Bullock – all of us have an Action Prevention Demon that tries to slam on the brakes when we’re right on the cusp of success. 10 minutes from triumph and you get a sudden impulse to go for a potty break.
I’ll tell you about my demon – about six or eight months ago I had been putting off a really important copywriting project for several weeks and I finally came to an inevitable afternoon where it was unquestionably THE thing to do.
I sit down and start writing and suddenly get an almost irrepressible urge to get a haircut.
A haircut?
I hate getting haircuts. It’s an incredible waste of time. I always procrastinate haircuts.
And I don’t enjoy making petty small talk with hairdressers. (Which is why I usually go to a Spanishspeaking haircut place, so I don’t have to talk to the lady. One of the less-touted advantages of living in a big city like Chicago.)
My Action Prevention Demon was trying to tempt me away from my writing project with a haircut!
And it almost worked, too. After all, I rationalized, I am looooong overdue for this haircut.
But then I said to myself NOOOOO! (I think I even yelled it out loud.) Doggonit I’m doing to sit down and write this thing right now, if it’s the last thing I do.
Sure enough, cranked it out.
This happens to everyone. I don’t think anyone is immune.
(OK, maybe I’ll take that back. You know that dufus of a boss you had way back when, who was had obviously risen far above his level of competence? Yes, he’s a genuine idiot, but he doesn’t have an Action Prevention Demon to slow him down. So he’s always at least doing something. I’m convinced most politicians, government officials and public school administrators fall into this category.)
The real victim is the entrepreneur who vacillates between all these voices, ever distracted by a cacophony of fear, genuine inspiration, procrastination, sluggish oafs, con men, Action Prevention Demons and sudden urges to get coiffed. He’s got a history of nineteen projects 80-90% done, then abandoned. Doesn’t know that seven of them were roadworthy and would have paid rich dividends.
His shovel was one foot from the gold, then some guy selling fake goldmines got his attention (the hero of our story was hot and sweaty and almost hoping for a distraction to come along) and told him – “Hey buddy, you see that gold mine over here? One more foot and the gold’s all yours, my friend.”
He pauses from his work, and…. one more near-success, thwarted. Ten minutes from triumph.
One day at the music store I was thumbing through a guitar magazine, and somebody was interviewing this lady whose specialty is band promotion. She said, “The biggest enemy a band has is not the record labels, not the A&R men, not the agents, not the club owners. The biggest enemy is band members who refuse to get along with each other, who sabotage their own success right when they’re at the edge of something really big.”
Dang was she ever right. It did in Pink Floyd and Zeppelin, Van Halen and the Beetles. John and Paul just couldn’t learn to be friends. David Gilmour and Roger Waters couldn’t even stand to be in the same room.
At the very peak of success, David Lee Roth’s career was crushed by the weight of his immense ego.
You can’t help but wonder, was all that really just an Action Prevention Demon who was determined to stop success in its tracks?