I’m glad you’re back. Can’t live without you.

Steve

As a man and a human being, I am sick and tired of these knuckleheads who continue to harm women. A woman was stabbed to death, in NYC, apparently by her ex-boyfriend, last night. Her neighbors ignored her pleas for thirty minutes while she was attacked. The police found her in a pool of blood.

There is nothing “pansy” about changing your environment after such a traumatic event. God bless you for having the fortitude and courage to let that punk know you weren’t going for the okey-doke! Great to have you back.;-)

Anthony

wow!

just abso-friggin-lutely crazy!

good job on getting that little punk taken care of!

You’re such a queen! Thank you so much for your feedback. I’m blushing.

I’m happy you made the transition. It’s easy for me to tell people to do it, but it’s often very difficult for people to actually take that first step.

They assume – like you did – that people won’t stay on board if you’re (GASP!) actually selling something.

There’s no shame in the selling game. We all gotta put food on the table. I make no qualms about selling my ideas, or charging what I feel is a fair rate. Neither should you, or anyone else.

Keep on writing AND selling girlfriend!

Alexis

Okay so I’m on the elevator and I’m staring this guy down. My heart was beating so loudly in my ear, I thought I was going to have a heart attack. He starts pacing in the elevator, and he puts his hands in his pocket like he’s building up the courage to do something.

I’m looking at his shoes, his coat, everything – trying to remember the details just in case. He’s just pacing back and forth.

We reach 14 and I pick up my bags and get off the elevator. I was sooooo scared. My door was the closest to the elevator so I walk past it to get closer to my neighbors doors so they could hear me.

I turn around to see what he’s doing, and he was still on the elevator.

Now normally when the elevator door closes it says “Going down,” or “Going up” or something. This time the elevator door closed and it said NOTHING. So he hadn’t pressed a floor. He was just sitting in the elevator.

I got the door open, locked it and immediately called the police.

The police came in like 10 minutes, and took a description. I was shaking like a leaf the whole time. I just didn’t feel right about the situation.

As soon as the police stepped out of my door, and I lock the door behind them, the guy pops out of the exit.

Mind you… my apartment was the closest one to the exit. So he charged RIGHT INTO THE POLICE – obviously not knowing who they were.

The police take him down and they’re asking him questions in the hallway. They arrest him and take him in.

Turns out he was a 15-year old – up to no good.

I would’ve been his victim.

So folks, the next time you feel like something’s “just not right” don’t ignore your feelings, or turn your back to the person.

I honestly believe the only reason why he didn’t attack me on the elevator was because I had the gonads to face him head on.

Besides, I had my kid on the elevator with me. So when I dropped my stuff and took my gloves off, adrenaline was coursing through my veins like hot iron. Short of him taking out a gun and shooting me, I would’ve jumped on that guy like the Tasmanian Devil on Bugs Bunny!

I made him feel so uncomfortable that he had to go into the exit to rebuild HIS mental strength.

Needless to say, my concierge got a tongue-lashing that night. She was on the phone (as usual) when this guy slinked past her.

In any case, he wasn’t a stalker.

I just think I was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Or perhaps I was in the right place at the right time.

I’m not sure that most people in that building would’ve done what I did. So it’s probably better that he came up against someone with some street sensibility.

Shocked. Floored. Stunned.

I got started writing … and it flowed, and flowed so well. I finished off 60 pages in roughly 12 hours, including the time I sat in a fit of rage because I suddenly got transported to the set of Teenagers Gone Hog Wild in my own house (you’re a parent, you know what I mean. LOL.)

Love the new blog look – nice touch. We’ve missed you, but I’m so glad you moved to a nice place – overlookin’ the square, eh? You inspire me to keep believing in this internet business game. You know the copy you wrote for The Focus Plan? How your friends & family looked @ you for believing in this in spite of the bills stacking and everything? Yeah, that’s what I’m living *right now* – nobody believes in our little company except me & my biz partner, and that’s OK – I know where we’re headed.

I gave him my printed copy of Desperate Buyers Only, the book I still tell folks got me started on this product creation bend — he loved it! You’re a sharp writer and your copy is going to be part of my “swipe file” for years to come — not that I’d copy you, naturally, but when I’m stuck to figure out how to close or what to say, I turn back to DBO, or Speaking For Profit (another one of my favorites, as I’m becoming a speaker soon), Book is in the Buzz, and No More Smelly House (yes, readers, I’ve bought just about everything Alexis Dawes has published, and I will continue to in the future.)

You’re such the real deal — you go against *everything* in internet marketing land – no upsells, no list, no constant contact — you blog when you want to, and do what you want to do. You don’t do the seminar circuit … and you’re making a killing. I’ve never seen you worry about money in a long time. And you’re female, and yes, that’s part of my inspiration too but I don’t niche you into the “female marketer” box, cos you’re so much more.

OK, shutting off my fangirlishness for a while. You are STILL the unchallenged, undisputed, untouchable underground marketer for the ages – now get in there and make us a sequel to Desperate Buyers Only, please? (and what’s this about a print product on product creation? I swear there’s a section in my budget spreadsheet marked “Alexis” )

Stay safe out there, lady.

Isabella “Niche Lady” Murphy, The Staying Paid Diva

Yes, do tell more, we want details… details!

I love your new look blog, I hope to be visiting more often to hear more of your entertaining anecdotes.

Take care, and best of luck with your launch!

u had a stalker???

do tell!

what happened after you got out of the elevator?

did he not follow you all the way to the 14th?

and did you call the cops immediately?

that is freaking scary!

just goes to show you how crazy MFers are out there!

keep it safe Dawes and glad to see you back…blogging