All you have to do is work out where you want the backlinks to come from, and then find a way to get them established.
Some industry veterans will suggest posting 'relevant and interesting content' to attract natural backlinks. Some might also suggest 'guest posting', which can work.
I have a much more elegant solution though.
First, buy lots of straw, wicker and wire. Now, using the wicker and wire, construct an effigy in the shape of Matt Cuts (Google him if you need a picture, but really, just imagine a smarmy blob with an office job.)
Once you have the basic shape/structure in place (probably a ball with a square head), you need to stuff the thing with as much straw as you can. You might be tempted to stop at two handfuls, but you won't get as many backlinks this way, and your website will probably languish at the bottom of page three for a year. Really go for it; cramming in as much dead plant matter as your tiny hands can manage, and then do a little bit more just for good luck.
Now, on the second moon of the 5th lunar cycle, go and find a patch of bare earth. Once you've found one, set the effigy down, light it on fire, and dance round it in a circle. Make sure that you claw your hands like an angry sparrow. Leg-kicking helps too.
While you dance, chant "bring me links, bring me links, bring me links not kitchen sinks." This might feel stupid but it is important, as this ritual is eerily similar to an ancient Vudun ritual for the summoning of kitchen sinks, and you don't want the spirits to get confused.
After an hour or two of chanting (yep, you'd better have stuffed in a lot of straw.) You'll notice a sudden wisp of blue flame rising from the effigy. The sky will darken imperceptibly and a great cry will ring out across the plains (or field, depending on where you are.) Storm clouds will begin to race across the pale, mirror-like surface of the aether, and a sudden wind will whip up around your ankles, carrying the taste of sulfur and brimstone.
You'll pause, momentarily paralyzed by a sense of deep and primal dread, but your thirst for links will push you on, and you'll kneel before the smoldering effigy.
Supplicate yourself to powers primordial and profound; whisper the words of beckoning and squeeze your eyes tight-shut as shadows begin to cavort all around.
You'll hear whisperings; calls and entreaties. You'll feel callow, grave-chilled fingers brush your naked flesh and feel the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end as strange, silken hands caress your shoulders.
Do. Not. Open. Your. Eyes
To look upon the darkling spawn is to invite madness. Instead, murmur the prayer of absolution (Oh Rand, deliver me from blackhat and lead me to salvation) fifteen times, and wait for the eldritch storm to die down.
Once the night has fallen silent, the ritual is done, and you can return home to count your links using Moz OpenSite Explorer
