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Hi All

Had a few requests for more info on starting an online business, so here is what I believe are the most important steps.

How to Start a Successful Online Business for Beginners

Are you hoping to start a successful online business but you haven’t got a clue where to start? Don’t worry it’s easy to learn the basics.

How to Choose the Right Online Business for You

To be truly successful, you need to choose the right online business for you. It’s a whole lot easier to make money doing something you enjoy. So think about your hobbies, interests, skills and experience.

Could you turn any of those into a successful online business? If not, perhaps there is something you have always wanted to learn more about. So why not give it a go? If you’re really passionate about what you do, you’re less likely to give up when the going gets tough.

Do You Need Your Own Product or Service?

In the beginning, you may worry that you don’t have the necessary skills or resources to develop your own product or service to sell. But don’t let that put you off. Many successful online business owners start out by selling other people’s products through affiliate marketing and make commissions as high as 50%.

Do You Need Your Own Website?

You should aim to have your own website eventually, but for some types of online business, it isn’t essential from the beginning. If you want to sell your own products online, you can promote them on sites like Zazzle, Etsy and Ebay.

And if you’re interested in selling your own services, you can find customers on sites like Elance, Rent-Acoder and PeoplePerHour.

But if you are serious about building a successful online business, you should aim to have your own website as soon as you can. And it really isn’t all that complicated or expensive.

Click on the picture below to learn more…

The Basic Tools You Need to Build Your New Website

•   A Domain Name: This is the address that people will use to reach your online business.  For example: myawesomebusiness.com. A domain name will cost you around $10.

•   A Hosting Account: You need a hosting account to store your website online. It’s easy to find hosting accounts online for bargain prices and most allow you to pay monthly.

•   A Website: If you’re not at all technical, don’t let this put you off. There are many tools available to simplify the process of building your own website. You don’t need even need to learn any complicated coding. And if you don’t want to build your own website yourself, there are plenty of creative people online who can do it for you.

Don’t let technical worries and lack of experience put you off. If you’re determined to escape the rat race and start a successful online business, you can get started in no time, with minimal start up costs.

That’s it for this post, but keep your questions coming.

’til next time

Kevin

PS. Don’t forget to check out my ebook here.

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Hi All

It’s been a while since iv’e written a post, but now I’m back…

Whilst visiting my friends in Wales, my friend read this poem to me that he is doing for his media degree…enjoy.

Whispering voices, conflicting choices, abandoned dreams, life ripped at the seams

A shattered childhood, battered and betrayed, parental trust completely dismayed

Popping tablets for years on end, a broken mind they are trying to mend

Psychiatric therapy in a room painted grey, it wasn’t my fault that’s what they say

A woman in glasses wears a flowery dress, depression, anxiety, traumatic stress

Bombarding questions one after another, she asks about Dad and then about Mother

She thinks she knows me because her walls full of books, peering over her glasses inquisitive looks

She will never know me, I won’t let her in, she thinks I need exercise, she’s suggesting the gym

Trying to analyse the thoughts in my head, she gives me more tablets to take before bed

I hear her talking its mumbled and hazed, its incoherent, the pills leave me dazed

I wonder what she’s having for tea; I’m thinking of Catchphrase say what you see

All sorts of thoughts whizz through my head, I’ve no idea about what she just said

Your Mother she says what was she like? My time travelling thoughts take me to my first bike

A bright yellow budgie all shiny and new, stabilizers, and a silver bell too

Mum jogs at the side her hand on my back, the handlebars wobbling then I time travel back

Your relationship with your Mother what was it like? I don’t really remember but she bought me a bike

Why don’t you remember, have you blocked it out? I start to get angry she’s making me shout

I think as a Psych you really suck, that file on your desk says she died if you bothered to look

I was eight at the time she got really sick, and you have no idea you ignorant prick

With no emotion on her face she pulls out the file from her brown opened case

A voice starts to sing that only I hear, it usually starts when I’m stressed or in fear

La la la one two three, La la la one two three I hear that and Catchphrase say what you see

La la la one two three, La la la one two three I wonder what she’s having for tea

As she flicks through the notes in my file, the look on her face is of pity

I don’t want her feeling sorry for me, just because my life was so shitty.

Do you know why you’re here? Do you know who I am? As she asks I remember being put in a van.

I know you’re a psych and you think that I’m crazy; you didn’t read my file which makes you quite lazy

You think that you know me because you read a few books; I know I confuse you by your inquisitive looks

That’s the longest I’ve spoken in the last 2 days, I stare at my legs all bruised and grazed

My time travelling mind keeps on showing me flashes; I’ve seen her before this woman in glasses

I remember her asking about Mum and Dad, I remember her making me feel really sad

They died and they left me all alone, I remember when Dad died, he was on his phone

So what can you tell me about your father? Or we can talk about something else if you’d rather?

Why do you want to know about Dad? Whenever you see me you make me feel sad

I know how you work, you think I’m depressed, why should I talk to you, you’re just like the rest?

I’m here to help you, to help you get better; can we talk about why you wrote that letter?

What does she mean, she mentioned a letter, and she really does think she can make me better.

I’m getting confused as my mind flashes back, a letter in front of me my dad on his back

I thought it was his heart but as he lies still, my mind flashes back and I feel a cold chill

I feel full of guilt but I don’t know why, for some unknown reason I begin to cry.

Why am I guilty what have I done, it’s obviously something to do with Dad and Mum

The letter’s important this I can tell, she asks me once more as my eyes start to swell

What exactly can you recall? I remember an argument with my Mum in the hall

But how can this be if she died when I was eight, my feelings are changing from love into hate

She trying to trick me she thinks that I’m mad, but the more I remember I’m stood above dad

There’s blood on my hands I’m holding a knife, someone’s hurt Dad they’ve taken his life

A hole in his shirt just under his pocket, his hand is clenched tight he’s holding a locket

Everything that I’m seeing is like a cartoon, a split second later I’m back in the room

Why did you argue with your Mother that day? I’m desperately trying to think what to say

I can’t remember it happened so fast, I know it was something to do with my past

Take your time you’re doing great, its starts to come back to me this feeling of hate

She wouldn’t believe me she called me a liar, she pulled at my hair banged my head on the fire

I was dazed and in shock this couldn’t be true, my Mum didn’t believe all the things I’d been through

Can you be more specific? It’s all in the letter; my memory was getting better and better

It’s like a dark cloud lifting away as I take the psych back to what happened that day

I’d been depressed for quite a few years; there was one overdose and plenty of tears

Mum used to get angry she said I wanted attention, what I really wanted never got a mention

I wanted the nightmare and flashbacks to cease all that I wanted was a few minutes peace

But they ruined my life, my Dad and his mate; they would have a few beers and come home late

I was nine, the very first time they came in my room I just used to think it will be all over soon

For years it continued my dad and his mate, they would sneak in my room once it was late

Mum was next door pretending to sleep; she never once asked me why I used to weep

So on that day id just had enough it was time to confront them, mum got in a huff

She called me a liar said I had made it all up, that’s when I hit her with a white coffee cup

She grabbed at my hair hit my head on the fire, over and over you liar you liar

Blood streamed down my face I was in fear of my life, she wasn’t my mum she was only his wife

As I struggled to see through the river of blood I grasped at the first thing I possibly could

I swung with my hand and I lashed at her head she collapsed on the floor I was sure she was dead

I ran in the kitchen I feared for my life, crying and bleeding a picked up a knife

I felt so betrayed by my Mum who I trust, I went back in the room and I started to thrust

I stabbed and I stabbed I just couldn’t stop then I waited for dad to come home from the shop.

I’m back in the room I start to feel better, as I begin to tell her about the letter

I knew when dad was home he was getting it too my life was now over I had one thing to do

I sat with some paper I was writing the truth about everything that had happened under that roof

The abuse I received for most of my life from my Dad and his mate and his so called wife

She never touched me but she let it go on I was leaving a letter for after I’d gone

So people could see that I wasn’t bad I was pushed to the brink until I went mad

I know I was wrong id committed a sin, but as I killed Mum I could see my dad’s grin

I was four pages in, I heard his key in the door, he walked up the hall and saw Mum on the floor

His look of surprise as he stared in her eyes, he dropped to his knees I started to freeze

Just sat at the table with paper and pen, that’s when he gave me that look once again

I knew what was coming but I was prepared, it was time for this man to be helpless an scared

He took out his phone and dialled 999 he stared in my eyes; he said you’ve had it this time

I showed him the knife that I pulled from my pocket, as it thrust in his chest he grabbed at my locket

Each minute of torture from him and his mate was my final thoughts as my knife sealed his fate

He clung on my legs he was holding me tight, just like he used to drunk late at night

I watched as the last of his life drained away, and wrote in my letter what I wanted to say

All of my tablets lined in a row I wrote in the letter, it’s my time to go

I had never felt such relief before, a few moments later the police charged the door

As they looked at the bodies I sat in the chair, they grabbed me and dragged me, but I didn’t care

I’d took all my tablets my horror now over; I had a smile on my face as I was cuffed on the sofa

As they closed the van doors I drifted to sleep, that was the first time that I didn’t weep

So now I know why I’m here, and you can’t make me better, everything else I have to say I’ve wrote down in my letter

The realization that I didn’t die is so overwhelming I’ve started to cry

The lady in glasses has a tear in her eye; I’m glad that you told me you don’t have to die

I will honestly help you to deal with your plight, it will take us time though to put things right

You won’t go to prison you’re staying right here, I promise you truly, there’s no need for fear

I wasn’t being lazy I had read your file, but you needed to say it, it’s took quite a while

When you face such a trauma a part of your brain, doesn’t allow you to remember again

But as things are clearer and you try to get better, we can read in the courts the things in your letter

I will be right beside you, not a court in the land, when they hear your story, will not understand

With the right kind of treatment with patience and time, your life will move on from this terrible crime

Not the one you committed the life that you had; from those terrible people you called Mum and Dad.

So now I continue to try to get better as the jury all wept as I read out my letter.

‘Till next time

Kevin