Prologue
Funny how I’ve made over a dozen blogs, yet none of them were really about me. Funny how I’ve made several profiles on MySpace and Facebook, yet the only profiles that are my own are a single blank MySpace profile that I made over a year ago for the hell of it and a Facebook profile I’ve updated twice since I made it over three months ago. Up until now every blog and website I’ve made was a fake. From the successful internet millionaire to the diet reviewer to the dating coach, I’ve played many roles but never myself.
Why do I do this crap? To promote products, siphon traffic to websites, and make money online.
Yep, I’m an internet marketer, an online entrepreneur, a webpreneur, an electronic hustler, a virtual high roller. Actually, I’m a 22-year old student who is on a quest to make a living from the internet. I’ve made a few sales in the past year, but I’ve actually lost money if you count PPC advertising, domain registration, and hosting.
So what do I want? I want to stop working to feed my online “ventures,” I want them to feed me. I want to be able to wake up at noon and work on my laptop from my bed. Or work outside on a summer day. Or work on the toilet after eating too much spicy food. Or check how much money I’ve made since breakfast from my autopilot projects while lying on the beach on my private island (I wish!). See a pattern? I want freedom.
I’d honestly like to retire at 30, or at least be able to take it easy by then. More realistically, I would be happy retiring before 50. I say “realistically” but in reality this is something most people want, but many will never achieve. Even more realistic, less extravagant, but to me almost as appealing, would be simply building a livable stream of income entirely online. At least then I could build on it and make it grow. Being a young bachelor with no dependents, I can make this a reality.
So what am I going to do with this blog? I really don’t know. I’ve never done anything like this before. Maybe documenting my journey as an aspiring internet marketer will help me, perhaps motivate me to keep on going. Maybe as I see some success, I will inspire others who are in my place right now.
Why “Life Conquest?” I was looking for a nice domain that I could use to start a large network of sites about self-improvement. I love strategy games (turn-based and real-time) and I’m a fan of military history, so the idea of Life Conquest just flooded powerful images into my mind like a horde of Mongol horsemen or the sound of over 100 000 Roman soldiers marching across a field to meet an opposing army. It’s these sort of powerful emotions and images that has kept me in the internet marketing game for so long.
Anyway, I started the site but pulled it pretty quickly when I figured I didn’t actually know what I was doing. I kept the domain because of those feelings and images it gave me. And also because I still had 10 months before the domain expired. But last night I decided to screw the gimmicks, forget the schticks, throw away the false profiles, and just make a regular blog about my struggles as an aspiring internet marketer. Since I can’t really make every post every day about everything I’ve done as it tends to get a bit repetitive at times, I’ll also talk about my thoughts about this business. Maybe I can let out some steam about the so-called “gurus” that many marketers worship.
But you know what’s funny? I have a slight inkling that this blog will be more successful and get more visitors than all my other sites (in the dozens) that I’ve aggressively marketed and failed. If this blog becomes even mildly successful, I’ll:
- Shit myself.
- Delete every e-book I’ve downloaded about building sites and submitting and spamming them everywhere, and “clever” PPC advertising techniques and SEO “secrets” that bring in server crushing traffic to shitty hosted blogs and sites.
- Shit myself again.
- I’ll make a post about how I predicted it and maybe take pics of my shit-filled underpants.
- Mail bags of my shit to a few of the “gurus” that are at best, mediocre internet marketers. (Yeah, I realize I’m not exactly an e-millionaire, but I know shit when I see it.)






