From:
North of Jewfish Creek
Dear Friend & Subscriber,
If you would like to know how plastic surgery
helped me become a world-class copywriter, this will be the
most exciting message you will ever read.
Here is why:
Years ago, I looked very different than I do now.
I was just a smidgen over 6'2" tall. I weighed 170 pounds and
my body fat was only 7%. I had "six pack" abs and my stomach
was as flat as a washboard. My hair was thick, dark brown...
and... in fact... it was almost black. My teeth were near perfect
and I had (what would now be called) a "Baywatch Smile".
And, there's another thing: I've never revealed
this before... because... it's so personal. In addition
to that, as you know, I strive to always be politically correct...
and... I struggle to NEVER offend anyone. Plus, on delicate,
sensitive matters, I try to "tiptoe" around the subject as much
as I can and still get the point across. So, I hope you can
understand what I am about to write and not force me to be more
explicit. Anyway, what I am trying to tell you in the least
offensive and most civilized way possible is...
I Was Hung Like A Horse!
All of this added up to me being a "babe magnet"
the likes of which you've never seen. Women would just NOT leave
me alone. They would knock on my door in the middle of the night,
march into my office (uninvited) in the middle of the day, surprise
me by hiding in the back seat of my car, and so on. All of them
wanted a piece of me and my... (never mind).
Let's leave it at that: They all wanted a piece
of me... and...
They Would Not Leave Me Alone!
This probably sounds like heaven to some guys.
But, not me. I wanted to be a serious copywriter! And,
you can't be a serious anything if you are constantly fighting
off women.
But, I was so passionate about becoming a great
writer, it was nothing but a massive interference in my life.
So, I started looking for a solution and, finally I found just
what I needed: I found a plastic surgeon... who could truly
work miracles!
I explained my problem to him and he was very
sympathetic. He went to work on me and, it took nearly a year
(and almost every cent I had) but, he got the job done. The
easiest part was my hair. He thinned it out and used an electronic
probe to kill the hair follicles so the hair couldn't grow back.
In a very short time, he turned me into...
A Half-Bald Man Who
Looked Like He Would Soon
Lose The Rest Of His Hair!
My height was the toughest problem. He managed
to remove several vertebrae from my spine and "compress" the
others. This was a tricky and painful procedure but, it was
worth it because... now...
I Am Nowhere
Near 6'2" Tall!
And, that lean body and those six-pack abs? He
simply put a stop to my fitness workouts and put me on a very
high-calorie, high-fat diet. And, guess what? Nowadays, I've
still got those six-pack abs... but... they are hidden under
pounds of fat and completely invisible.
And, that other part? The part about being hung
like a horse? He fixed that too. And now, I'm just "normal"
like most other guys.
Net result:
Women Stopped Bothering Me And I
Was Able To Study Like Crazy And I
Did Become A World-Class Writer!
And, what sweet joy it is.
Except for one thing: Remember how I said that
plastic surgeon made me normal? Yes, he did make me "normal"...
but... he did NOT make me "inadequate".
I think one of my well-meaning friends got confused
about this... because... every day I get a boatload of e-mails
about how to make the private most part of me thicker and longer.
(Note: I wrote "private most part" because I don't think it
would be proper to write the word "penis" in this newsletter.)
See how I'm looking out for you?
And, whomever got confused about my "package"
seems to be equally confused about all my friends also... because...
they too get these e-mail messages. Hundreds of them.
Even My Female Friends Get Them!
For which I apologize. I don't know exactly what
happened. I think I must've told my story in a bar one day when
I was tired and depressed... and... the sympathetic guy I was
talking with took it upon himself to try and help me and all
my friends.
But, all's well that ends well. Aside from the
minor inconvenience I just described, I have ended up a normal
man and a great writer and...
I Will Still Be Giving
Thanks To That Wonderful
Plastic Surgeon To My
Dying Day!
I bet you don't think there's a marketing lesson
here, do you? You are VERY wrong.
The story I just told you reveals the seed
of perhaps the most important message you will ever learn. You'll
understand completely by the end of this letter. But, I'm going
to have to "sneak up" on the subject to do it justice.
Listen up: Not long ago I was watching a video
of Dickie Betts playing guitar with the Allman Brothers Band.
He was scorchingly hot. He got music out of that guitar
which was unbelievable. He could practically make the damn thing
talk. It was so passionate, so exciting and so skillful, I just
couldn't imagine any musician being able to play like
that.
So, I talked with my buddy John Carlton about
it. John's a great guitar player himself (I HATE him for that;
I can't even play a radio!) and he said the secret was simple.
The secret is...
10,000 Hours!
When I asked him what he meant, he told me all
experienced guitar players are approached by neophytes proudly
saying they are learning to play the guitar. John says the experienced
guitar players always ask the new guys two questions. One of
them is a "trick" question and the other one is the "real" question.
Here are the two questions:
Question 1:
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"Oh yeah.
That's great you're learning to play! How many lessons do
you take every week?" (or month) |
Question 2: |
"How long do you practice
every day?" |
When I asked him what he meant, he told me all
experienced guitar players are approached by neophytes proudly
saying they are learning to play the guitar. John says the experienced
guitar players always ask the new guys two questions. One of
them is a "trick" question and the other one is the "real" question.
Here are the two questions:
The real question... the one that makes
all the difference is...
How Long Do You
Practice Every Day?!
You ever see a great magician doing "impossible"
card tricks? He (if he had a great mentor) learned... how
to do the trick... in less than an hour. But, it probably
took him AT LEAST 100 hours of practice... before... he could
actually do the trick... with enough skill... to amaze
his audience.
Remember some of those great old stars in cowboy
and war movies? Audie Murphy (the most decorated soldier in
history) was one of those stars. One thing those stars practiced
a lot was, drawing a handgun from a holster. And, there was
a particular way to fire a handgun called "fanning". That's
when you draw your six-shooter, pull the trigger with one hand
and "fan" the hammer with the other. Audie Murphy could do this
better than anyone else. His secret?
He Went By Himself
To The Malibu Hills And
Practiced Fanning His Six-Shooter
Almost Every Day... For TWO YEARS!
Tiger Woods sure can play great golf, can't he?
His secret? He's been practicing his swings, his putts, his
"reading the greens" for hours... almost every day... since
he was 5 years old.
Larry Bird, the great basketball player from
the Boston Celtics has practiced for long hours... mostly alone...
almost every day of his entire career.
What do they do to people who MUST learn a foreign
language in a VERY short period of time? Like the military or
something? They are put in what's called "total immersion" classes
for 24-hours per day. English in those classes is NEVER spoken.
I got to thinking about all this. Then, I figured
out how long it took me to become as great a copywriter as I
am today. The answer surprised me... because... after I pondered
on it, I realized the answer is...
10 Years!
That's how long it took me to become a world-class
"master" copywriter. But, I could write winners long before
the 10-years were up. And, you know what? Unless you are
brain dead, I can teach you to be good enough to write winner
after winner in a very short period of time. And, that's
as good as you need to be. You don't have to be as good as John
Carlton, Gary Bencivenga or me. In fact, I think a sane person
wouldn't even shoot for that goal. Me and thousands of other
golfers have a great time... even though... we'll never be able
to play par.
Actually, I think just plain, average copywriters
make more money than us masters. You see, we master copywriters
are so obsessed with our work, we almost forget the financial
side of it.
On the other hand, a more normal guy (someone
who is non-obsessed) will write a good ad... and then... exploit
the hell out of it and make tons of money. Yet, us "masters"
will write a good ad... and then... think about how we could
improve the ad (maybe 2% more) or be thinking about headlines
for the next ad we are writing. Us "masters" don't stop obsessing
about the ad long enough to exploit the hell out of it.
People who are the best in ANY field are OBSESSED!
Lance Armstrong never thinks about anything else except
winning "Le Tour De France". Tiger Woods... never...
thinks about anything but golf. And "master copywriters"
never think about anything but copy. Sure, they may have
wives, girlfriends, children, pets, hobbies, etc. But, you know
what? They may love all of those things... but... they are obsessed
with whatever it is they are best at. Everything else they do
in their lives is simply...
Marking Time!
Marking time until they can get back to their
obsession.
Once, I had an ad completely written and it was
world-class. But did I let it go? No. There was one word which
didn't seem just right... and.. I spent THREE ENTIRE DAYS...
to come up with a single word that seemed a more exact
fit.
Dan Kennedy is not a master copywriter. He doesn't
claim to be. But he is very, very good. He's just NOT obsessed.
And you know what? He has probably single-handedly put more
people on the right path to profitable marketing than anyone
else alive. Taken as a whole, Dan has probably provided 100
times more financial value to 100 times more people than I have.
I'd rather have him taking care of my marketing affairs than
I would me. He'd be out there getting the job done while I was
"bottle-necking" (hey, I think I just invented a new word!)
and agonizing over something already 99% perfect.
You don't have a choice what you become obsessed
about. Obsession is not really healthy. It's not necessarily
fun... and often... it sucks. I am about to tell you a story
I thought I would never reveal because it's too private and
too embarrassing. But, it illustrates the point of this letter
perfectly and my insane obsession won't let me NOT tell you
this story.
Ok, here it is... and... I swear on my mother's
grave... it is 100% true.
Some years ago (before Sirian) I was having sex
with a woman I not only loved... she was also the most sexually-exciting
woman I had ever been with. The foreplay was over and we were
right in the middle of "the act"... when... an idea for a headline
popped into my head... and...
I Jumped Up From This Woman,
Bounded Out Of Bed And Rushed Over
To The Bedroom Dresser, Scrambled Around
Looking For A Pen And Paper
So I Could Write Down
That Headline!
Then, I sort of "came to" (it was like coming
out of a coma) and looked over at a woman who was so absolutely
astonished, she was gaga-eyed.
And, this was after that kindly plastic
surgeon had finished his work with me and it was very difficult
for me to get and keep a woman like the woman lying in my bed
looking at me like I had gone insane.
Boy, did I ever start talking fast. I couldn't
apologize enough. I told her I felt like I had been possessed
by something (that's true) for a few minutes. Fortunately, it
worked out OK. Mainly, I think, because...
She Was Too Astonished
To Be Angry!
Do you know the words "Gary Halbert" have value
on the pay-per-click search engines? I think I'm currently worth
13¢. I put my name in "Google" the other day and found several
sponsored sites using my name to get traffic to their website.
One such website said, "GARY HALBERT TRAINED COPYWRITER." I
was talking to John Carlton about this and I said, "Let's
see what happens if we search for your name." We did and
up came "JOHN CARLTON TRAINED COPYWRITER." (It was the same
guy.)
John wrote this guy an e-mail and the site was
taken down immediately.
To my knowledge, there has never been a "John
Carlton Trained Copywriter". Plenty of guys read his newsletter,
hear him speak and go to John's seminars. But, no one has actually
apprenticed under John.
Are there any "Gary Halbert Trained Copywriters"?
I think in my entire life, there have only been two. And NONE
of them want clients. They don't need clients. They make too
much money working on their own projects. Anyway, all this has
been leading up to something: I am thinking about starting...
The Gary Halbert
School Of Copywriting!
It won't be a written course. It won't be a seminar.
It won't be audio or video tapes. Nope. None of that. What it
will be is... you will have to come to Miami and work with me
for an entire month. You'll live in the same building I live
in. It will pretty much be 24/7 intensive. When the 30-days
are up, you will be able to write winner after winner. You'll
have the most extensive "swipe file" of headlines, bullets,
sales letters and print ads in the world. And... before you
leave...
You Will Have One
Or More Paying Clients!
You'll have all my connections, all my "secret"
business tricks (you'll be astonished when you learn all the
things I don't write about) and, unless you are brain
dead or lazy beyond belief... you will have a huge income
for life!
You will then truly qualify as an "official"
Gary Halbert Trained Copywriter. And when a prospective client
looking for a copywriter reads my website (which is read by
so many people it blew out my "hit counter") YOU will be listed
as a "Gary Halbert RECOMMENDED Copywriter"!
Needless to say, you will be learning everything
about copywriting I know. We'll also spend time on my boat.
Maybe do a little fishing in the Gulf Stream, maybe just cruising
around the Intercoastal Waterway, maybe take a side trip to
Bimini. But, guess what we will be really focusing on
during all this time? It will be nothing other than...
Copywriting!
We'll also take a few days side trip to Costa
Rica. If you are in business here in the U.S., there are things
and people you need to know about in Costa Rica... which...
you will NEVER read about in this or any other newsletter or
book.
How big is my "class" going to be? Try this on
for size...
One!
One per month. And, it is going to cost a lot.
Really a lot. So much, in fact, it will eliminate 99.9% of all
people who read this from being able to afford it. I'm sorry.
But, this time, I'm giving up my time, my space, my energy,
my connections, my knowledge...
EVERYTHING!
If you're married, can you bring your wife? No.
She can come visit you on Sundays if you like.
Can you bring your kids or your pets? Absolutely
not
What about bringing your cell phone? Yes, that
you can bring. But, it will have to remain turned OFF for at
least 8 to 10 hours every day.
Can you make payments towards your "schooling"?
Nope.
Can you pay for your "schooling" by credit card?
Nope.
How much is it for you to attend "The Gary Halbert
School of Copywriting"?
$27,000!
Paid in full. Paid in advance. Paid by check.
And, no refunds.
Class starts the first week in January and will
last, more or less, ONE FULL MONTH.
If you are interested, e-mail me at NoSexGary@aol.com.
Put the words "Copywriting School" in the Subject Line
of your e-mail (otherwise I might delete it). Be sure to put
your phone number in your e-mail so I can call you back.
I'm not kidding when I say, do NOT e-mail me or call me if you
CANNOT afford this... and afford it NOW! I have no time to fiddle
faddle around with "time kickers". I'm the "real" deal so don't
contact me unless you are too!
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Gary C. Halbert |
P.S.
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Remember I said the doctor made me normal... NOT...
inadequate? Listen, if you have anything to do with
those penis enlargement e-mails, please stop sending
them to me right now.
And, stop sending them to all my friends too. Especially
my female friends. (It confuses them.)
Peace.
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