Ok so in this internet marketing tutorial I’m going to focus on the best keywords to target when doing affiliate marketing, Buyer Keywords. These days its pretty rough out there for the lone affiliate marketer. Its not as easy as writing a keyword rich article then blasting it with thousands of auto generated back links created by some SEO Software.
That aint gonna work at all. In fact its a quick way to send your site to the depths of the rankings never to return! When this happens its often called being “Sandboxed”. I’ve no idea why but trust me thats what its called
So what are these “Buyer Keywords”?
I’m glad you asked. These keywords are the terms that people type into Google when they’ve already decided to buy something. Did you get that?
Let me say it again….
Buyer keywords are search terms that people type into Google when they are have already decided to buy.
You may have found yourself doing recently. Maybe you were looking for a cheap deal on some shoes? Or perhaps you were looking for the best deal on the new iPad 3? Try and think about the last time you bought something online. What did you type into Google? That was a buyer keyword.
Is there a list of Buyer Keywords?
Actually there is something even better than that. There is a matrix. Ohhh yeah baby I got ya covered here. I’ve gone ahead and created a nice little table that you can use to build your own buyer keywords.
Check it out below:
I gotta give props to Craig Mako for opening my eyes to this. Thanks Craig! Now the way you use it is pretty simple. You take your product that you’re trying to sell online and you just grab one of the terms in the matrix and either place in front or behind your product name.
Lets do an example. Say my product was the iPad 3. Using the matrix I could create the following keywords:
iPad 3 comparison
iPad 3 vs Samsung Galaxy Tablet
buy iPad 3
buy iPad 3 online
help me buy iPad 3
There you go. That took me all of about 2mins to come up with those keyword phrases. Try it out for yourself and let me know what you think of my Buyer Keyword matrix.
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It was during a somewhat violent blizzard in late April, 1933, that my weird period as an employee of Uncle Clyde actually began. My sister Margaret and I, at 4:30 in the afternoon, were having a blissful game of tiddlywinks in the Breakfast Nook; between casual snaps we gazed out across fields 18 inches deep in snow, over which fell swirling multitudes of large, soft flakes the width of agates. The Game 1992 download album Lying 25 feet outside the window was Chingo, our cylindrical chow, the top of her woolly back and her paradoxically gentle countenance sticking sphinxily from a snowbank.
I was 14 and Margaret 12; the days were still ringed by make-believe quite undisturbed by facts such as my shoes being worn to the point where each resembled a hungry crocodile. The drifting pace of the days was calm and nearly pure with timelessness. As I snapped an adhesive-patched and wildly warped red tiddlywink into the air, watched it clink on the rim of the glass jar and fall back to the cotton mat, and then, while Margaret as Lady Bluntboots of Houndsditch uttered a derogatory “Ha!”, gazed placidly into the blizzard, I was only one minute away from the indirect inauguration of my career and the transition from a land of pretend to that of stark reality.
Out there in the square vista formed by the Breakfast Nook window, Chingo’s short, furry, red ears flipped to sharp attention, a scowl of teddybear-like fascination came over her face, and she lurched with her extraordinarily rapid clumsiness out of the snowbank and began a grotesque dance of glee, faintly reminiscent of a dragon in a Chinese street carnival. At the same time came the exuberant cry, “That’s the old girl! That’s my old Chingo, gained another twenty pounds! How’d you like to trade coats?” — and into the picture pounced Uncle Clyde, making a series of short feints just to the edge of Chingo’s glistening teeth, which were bared in pure delight.
Uncle Clyde, at that time 45, was clad in a coonskin coat he had purchased 10 or 15 years previously and which was now worn here and there to the hide; he wore a pair of black bearskin gloves about the size of tennis rackets and thoroughly motheaten, and a hat worn at a severely jaunty angle, the rim turned down all the way around, the crown adorned with three or four grease spots, evidently from the motor of his old yellow Pontiac. His unbuckled overshoes flapped batlike around his ankles as he cavorted capriciously among the flakes, occasionally seizing Chingo by her bushy tail or rubbing her behind the ears. He was holding with his left arm a large bag of groceries, from which waved celery leaves and carrots; nevertheless, he resembled Ty Cobb as he dashed around and jigged about the harassed and happy Chingo; he had an expression of mingled gay roguery and threatening concentration, his coonskin coat scraping swathes from the snowbanks.
In the middle of one of these manoeuvres he glanced toward the Breakfast Nook window, through which Lady Bluntboots and I were rather intently gazing, and waved a huge bearskin glove. Then he started abruptly for the back door, with a brand-new and apparently powerful limp.
I opened the door and he stamped into the entry, set the groceries in a corner, and brushed cascades of snow to the linoleum, exclaiming, “Hello, Uncle Nelson and Aunt Margaret.” “Hello, Uncle Clyde,” we replied as he began batting his ears and lamely moving from one foot to another. “It’s a pretty bad storm for you to be out in. Isn’t the Pontiac running?”
“No, that Pontiac is like a damned cinnamon bear. It’s been hibernating ever since November. I’ve walked up and down Five Mile Road this winter until I’ve worn a trough a foot deep in the cement.”
“Won’t you come in?”
“No, thanks, I can only stay a minute.” He hobbled about the entry, stroking a four-day’s growth of whiskers, which glistened silverly as he turned his head. Uncle Clyde had never, as far as anyone knew, shaved himself; for a good many years, he had driven, or been driven, down to a droll and clublike barbershop on Grand River near Grand Boulevard, where, as the razor roved through the lather, he reclined, describing, for example, to a devoted audience, the large number of no-hit games he had once pitched at South Lyon.
“Don’t let anybody tell you it’s not cold today. , , . When I went past that cast-iron dog by the Totem Pole Waffle Shop, it had turned blue. The only living thing I’ve seen outside today is Chingo, but she never really looks comfortable until it’s near zero. I came straight here from the grocery hell bent for election, in spite of a fallen arch and a broken kneecap. Oh dear!” He gently seized the knee. “My heart feels like a three-ring circus.”
“Uncle Nelson,” he said abruptly, massaging the knee, “how’d you like to start helping out some at the Old Dutch Mill?” I was too surprised to reply; he continued with sudden dolor. “Things have been slow as molasses in Greenland; I’ve stood around the Mill twiddling my thumbs for hours on end without serving a single soul.” He sneezed with a kind of casual violence. “Nobody has played that damned fool Old Dutch Mill Golf Course but you and I and Uncle Ora Chilson since 1931.” Then he added, amid frequent anguished groans and while staggering into and about the kitchen, clutching his heart, “You’ll soon see things humming like a top (groan) though. Your Dad’s going to close the Elm store and join me at the Mill; right off the bat I’ll start an old-time (groan) ripsnorter of an advertising campaign. There’s no use just waiting for business (groan) till you’re old as Methuselah.”