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Finger workout — start stretching
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Hey Reader, I wrote this on Friday, the day before leaving for the UK. Assuming all went well and my flight out of Newark (😬) wasn’t canceled or otherwise botched — say, by an air traffic controller operating all on his own who also happens to be a chimpanzee — I’m now settled in Newcastle on Tyne, getting over jetlag and chilling at the Hilton before I speak tomorrow at Atomicon. It’s also likely that I’m still basking in the afterglow of Thursday’s Make Your Point: The Story-to-Sale Workshop. Wow, did that go better than I ever imagined!
Teaching you to tell stories that connect to an offer or takeaway is kinda my specialty, and I loved the examples I’d packed into my keynote slides, so I knew that would go well. I was, however, a little nervous to debut my AI tool, The Point Finder. I mean, I’m no AI expert. I’m a solid pro at mocking it, but this was my first custom GPT. I built it to help you find the point (duh) of any story you want to tell, no matter how half-baked, and then connect it to a lesson, a conclusion, or any offer you feed it. Or, it can help you find and reverse-engineer a story from whatever you’re promoting.
I had trained it rigorously, tested and retested it, beaten it into submission, and threatened to send it to military school if it inserted so much as one emdash in its output. I knew it worked for me. But would it work for everyone else? Well, this is the feedback that started pouring into the chat. Warning: Your scrolling finger’s about to get a workout.
And then, Allie Perry gave it a try on her own the next day and followed up with this rave:
Why let those Shrimpers have all the fun and glory to themselves… When you could get in on this secret weapon for emails that land and sell better than anyone else’s? Get instant access to Make Your Point and your new pal, The Point Finder. OK, gotta start packing. My least favorite thing. If only I had an AI tool that could tell me what to wear. xoLaura PS - If you’re here in Newcastle for Atomicon, come up and say hi! I’d love to meet you. PPS - Added Monday morning: I got here with (almost*) no problem. Went to dinner with the event’s founders, Andrew and Pete, who are gems, and have been getting the greatest welcome from their extraordinary community. These people come back to Atomicon year after year, which says a lot. I’m excited to speak to this audience! PPPS - *Will address the “almost” in Wednesday’s email!
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