We’ve never met in person. I pull into your driveway at 4am and cut the engine. You answer the door with a cup of coffee in your hand, smiling. You smell like sunscreen and toothpaste. There is a pile of bags at the door. It’s too early to talk, so we just pack the car.
Twenty minutes later we are on the road. The world is pre-dawn pastels, the roads are empty. Birds begin their early morning chatter as we size each other up, nervously. It’s you and me for three days. Two people, one hotel room, one ocean, one story.
The water is glassy when we reach the beach. There are four bobbing heads in the lineup. Soon to be six. Your story begins with this first paddle out. Who are you? How do you confront fear, face challenges? You’ve agreed to tell me, and you can’t help but show me. Over the next three days we will live, surf and breathe each other. We’ll get surfed out together, eat ravenously, sleep deeply and share secrets. Then I’ll take you home, you’ll disappear back into your everyday life and I’ll go home and write it all down.
This is how my book gets written. Who are we? Ordinary people who confront the ocean the same way we confront our lives.
We are ordinary people who have no ordinary days.
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