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Chelsea Quint | The Business Whisperer

Chelsea Quint is The Business Whisperer, an ex-corporate marketer turned messaging strategist who helps brilliant founders get their genius offers seen and sold. After cutting her teeth in marketing for major brands like Pilot Pens and Party City, she now uses her marketing expertise to help entrepreneurs break through the noise with crystal-clear positioning, magnetic messaging, and cult-status offers that convert. Chelsea specializes in crafting emotionally resonant sales campaigns that build trust, spark desire, and skyrocket sales without chasing trends or dumbing things down. Her approach treats business building as both art and science, focusing on the strategic storytelling that transforms best-kept secrets into bestselling offers. When she's not helping clients design sales systems that book out their services (or sell out their digital products), you can find her on the East Coast with her chef husband, corgi, and two cats, probably trying to eat Mexican food for every meal and improvising songs about what her pets are thinking.

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selling to strangers is a real skill

So, there is a very particular kind of founder I see a lot in my world... largely because I tend to connect with folks who are EPIC at what they do, but still not hitting the level of consistent, dependable, and frankly life-changing money they want to be making from their business. That was me for the first 3 years of my business... And it's the thing where you're not confused about whether you can sell. When you are in a room with someone, or talking to them in the DMs, or on a sales call,...

I had a chat a few weeks ago with a newer client whose business sells digital products and courses who said something I hear constantly, especially this year… “I can sell… but only when I’m like fully in it. When I’m fully on.” Fully focused. Fully energized and healthy. Fully clear on and connected to the offer. When there’s a full plan, and the visibility has been on lock, and you’re feeling yourself because damn, you did actually do all the things you said you were going to do. When she...

Okay, I did it. I leaned back from my computer after hitting send on the email. The one I wish I was organized enough to have written last week, then scheduled so I wouldn’t even remember when it was sending, and I’d be surprised and delighted when the Stripe notifications started rolling in. But I didn’t write the email last week, so here I am, sitting in front of my laptop, deeply aware that I just sent an email that is supposed to drive sales. I pick up my phone. No notifications. Hmm…...

Back in 2020, I created, launched, and delivered 27 new offers. That’s in addition to existing offers I had and my ongoing 1:1 clients. At the end of the year I was feeling a little deflated, a little lost, a little disoriented. My OBM pulled up the financial tracking spreadsheet she keeps for me and shared her screen. “Well, you did make… hold on let me count here…” My jaw clenched, face stretching into the cringe emoji. 😬 “Yeah, you made 27 new things this year.” I immediately launched into...

I knew I needed to talk to Jonathan about the fact that I wouldn’t be able to contribute as much to rent this month. I’d known it for weeks, as my launch didn’t fill as quickly as I’d hoped, and person after person told me they were interested in the next round. Then, a 1:1 client’s payment failed, and I felt my body go rigid. I was terrified. I knew I needed to reach out to the client, but couldn’t do it from such a freaked out place. I knew I needed to make a plan for how we were going to...

“So I was just looking at joining this new program, have you heard of it?” I was sitting across from one of my good friends, a former client turned business bestie turned IRL friend, talking about our businesses and the things we were seeing in the online world, when I felt the pang of not-enoughness flush across my face. “Oh, yeah… I’ve heard of it, but I actually don’t follow her,” I took a gulp of water as my friend tilted her head, confused. “I just… whenever I see her stuff, it reminds...

Welcome to Emotions Are Expensive: the emotional cost of doing business and how to stop paying it. When I was thinking about how I wanted to talk about my new 1:1 offer The Empathy Edge, I kept thinking back on all the shit that has gotten in my way (and my clients’ ways) when it comes to making the kind of money we want to make in our businesses. And the biggest one isn’t messaging, it isn’t a shite offer, it isn’t a small audience… it’s the gnarly emotions and mind drama that come with...

“Wanna buy an Eye Hole?” ^It’s one of the sillier sentences I’ve uttered in my 33 years, but silly as it is, it’s one that I’ve said over and over again. One of my first experiences in small business was selling a product called an “Eye-Hole.” It was my aunt and cousin’s company, and believe it or not the company actually did reasonably well. But why did it do well? To skip to the end, the answer is messaging, paired with some serious tenacity. Tenacity you’ve got, and once you join us in the...

"Okay, so we laughed about this but didn't fully decide... are we giving ourselves permission to not send the newsletter today?" ^Sent this message to Chelle last week after we'd had a total face-palm 🤦♀️moment realizing it was the 15th and our newsletter was supposed to go out that day. [ you should probably join us in the Magnetic Messaging Lab ] Even after years running companies and helping other people grow their businesses (more than a few to over $1 million in annual revenue, don't...

Chelsea here, reporting live from the first day of my birthday month, which means you're getting a giddy, over-the-moon version of me sliding into your inbox. Chelle and I were on our content meeting (along with our incredible VA, Amy) when she told me she loved the reel I'd shared earlier that morning. "Oh, I love the reel you just posted!" Chelle told me. "Did you see the other one I did? The one before that?" I asked because frankly, I was delighted by the content I'd created. I watched it...