I got this painting/assemblage from SCOTT. Because I don’t know his last name, after I ran into him out on the Strait, and because he knows KEITH, I called Keith. “Oh, yeah, Scott. He’s kind of… Quirky.” I agreed. Scott was not too thrilled with the nickname. Because he sent this to me on ELECTION DAY, with my mind wanting to be filled with anything other than dread, I had to text back to ask if I could post it, and to ask if this was his illustration of the brain-fuck of being part of endless vote counting and discussion and, ultimately, indecision, or, at least, decision deferred. WHAT I GOT back was something truly cosmic. “If you wish. Kali ma came at an opportunistic moment… to eat our illusions of separateness.” SO, for your consideration: New nickname- COSMIC SCOTT. Fortunately, it’s not up to a vote. It sticks or it doesn’t.

I mentioned that I have been in communication with a publishing house in Seattle. This is the ‘pitch’ I sent them, along with a polished chapter from “Swamis.” The next step is a phone call on Thursday. It isn’t as if I don’t have enough to fret about. We’ll see how that goes. I have put a lot of work into trying to make the manuscript as tight as possible, including setting aside stories I thought worthwhile but just did not fit with the flow of this novel. Strange thing about novels; out of a whole world of storylines crashing into one another, the novelist has to focus, focus, focus. That’s the tough part.

ILLUSTRATIONS -Yes, I do have some original artwork to go with my novel, “Swamis.”

POTENTIAL AUDIENCE-Because I surf, and people know I surf, I look for new works in which surfing is a component. I get ‘the word’ about new surf-related books, often receiving one as a present. Most are not great. Most overdramatize the dangers of the sport while underestimating the intelligence of surfers and the importance surfing plays in their lives.

There were, in 2023, an estimated 3.3 million surfers in the United States, with many more who once surfed, or are attracted to the surf culture, real or imagined, or who believe they

California (and world) surfing spots were undeniably less crowded in 1969, the year in which most of “Swamis” is set. This time, symbolized in my novel by the completion of I-5; with the Vietnam War, the draft, counter-cultures, drugs, radical societal changes, and the most evolutionary period in surfing; is fondly looked back upon by those who came of age during it, and is thought of as a sort of fantasy world by those who have only known crowds daunting enough to keep a wannabe surfer from even going out on a day when Swamis is breaking.

Because I was there, with friends and family on both sides of what became the marijuana industry, and because I, like the narrator, was not a part of it, I believe I can honestly render a realistic-but-fictional story of someone on the cusp of everything that was frightening and magical, love and surf and mystery, about that time.

MY GOAL has always been to have “Swamis” in the hands of a major publishing house. I am treating this as another opportunity to present my case and gather some feedback.

THANK YOU for your time and interest, Erwin A. Dence, Jr. rainshadowranch@hotmail.com

THANK YOU for checking out realsurfers.net. I am, of course, still working on the latest edit of “Swamis,” and I’m about thirty pages from the end. I will post another chapter before Sunday. Or Sunday. All original work, including Scott’s, if protected by copyright.

GOOD LUCK on all fronts. Waves. Yeah. You’ll most likely be reading this after the election day, so…since I don’t know whether to celebrate or sell the farm…