Max wanted a copy of my book Sometimes a Great Movie. He’d read the novel, seen the movie, and so I dug one out of the truck and named my price—a local porter. Max agreed and the deal was sealed in the middle of his pool game in Oregon Tavern Age country.
I love barter. It feels so much more honest than traditional purchasing methods. It’s face to face. It is a agreed upon. A handshake is usually involved. It’s off the grid.
I am happy to barter my books and/or author coaching services and existential crisis counseling to anyone reading this post. Just let me know. Could be a hair cut, smoked salmon, artwork, music, car repair, items from the garden. It’s a good thing to have barter in your life.