Chris Ahrens lives in the kind of house any surfer would love. It's on the hill above
Cardiff, with a view of one of the best reef breaks in San Diego County. Wetsuits are
drying on the front deck, surfboards are leaning against the walls. The doors and windows
have been thrown open as if the occupants would really rather live outside anyway. Yard
chores like sweeping the walks have been put off until the south swell fades.
Ahrens, a happy, compassionate soul of forty-seven, has long
black hair and an irreverent sense of humor that he's quick to use on anything or
anybodybut most of all himself.
"I got into publishing much the same way I got into writing,
thinking it would be a good scam that would allow me to keep surfing," he says,
sitting down at the kitchen table he calls "the world corporate headquarters of
Chubasco Publishing," a micro publisher with just two books.
Chubasco is one of perhaps 150 small publishing companies in San
Diego County. These micro publishers, with only a handful of books in their catalog (many
of them self-published works), are multiplying as quickly as micro beer breweries, and for
some of the same reasons: consolidation of the mega corporations has created a craving in
the marketplace for diversity, and new technology has made it possible for the micros to
survive.
"I first started writing while I was traveling and surfing
in Australia," Ahrens says. "I sent stories to a surf newspaper there called Tracks.
That money allowed me to get to the next surf spot, and I figured the more I wrote, the
better places I would get to see. It hasn't quite worked out that way."
He eventually became editor of a now-defunct surf magazine, Breakout.
Then for years he wrote a surf column, called "Water Spots" for the Blade-Citizen
in North County. Later yet, he became editor of Longboarder, a slick surf
magazine. Along the way he discovered that surfers cherish bizarre characters, and they
love to tell and hear stories. If you put three surfers in the water, between sets they'll
be huddled together and one of them will be telling a story about the time his
ex-girlfriend stole his dog, or whatever. With the aging of the surf population, there's
more talk of old exploits, and with each telling the waves get bigger and the heroism more
grand.
Eventually, Ahrens realized he had enough stories he'd already
published in surf magazines to put together a book. But how to get it into print?
Self-publishing seemed to be the answer, but he knew nothing about it.
"You know how impractical writers are, and how impractical
surfers are?" Ahrens said. "You combine the two in one person and you have a
real basket case. Fortunately, my wife is much more practical than I am, and she's very
supportive of what I do. She learned about typesetting and layout on a computer. An artist
friend of mine, Michael Cassidy, did a painting for the cover. I knew something about
color separations. Every night there would be four or five friends here at my house
reading stories, helping edit, giving me info. The whole process was really a lot of
fun."
Along with the flourishing of small publishers, there has been a
growth in printers who specialize in catering to them. Many of these printers are in the
Midwest, where paper and labor costs are cheaper than they are on either coast. Chris
Ahrens, though, found a printer in Anaheim, KNI, that specializes in short-run books.
"They guided us through the whole process, held our hand, and made us not feel too
stupid. We muddled our way through, and in the end, we realized it wasn't all that hard to
publish a book."
The result, in 1994, was Good Things Love Water, a
humorous and sensitive collection of surf stories. With 3,000 copies in print, and a
sizable investment to recoup, he announced the book with a full-page ad in Longboarder,
as well as free promo in his surf column. "The whole surf community was so
supportive. So many people came to my aid, saying, 'Just tell me what you want me to do!
Should I call everybody I know and tell them to buy the book?' Every day was like the
lottery. People would be calling us and writing us, and every day we'd get money in the
mail. So the scam seemed to be working!"
After his book had shown a profit, Ahrens went to work on a
second book, The Surfer's Travel Guide, published in 1995 [now out of print]. He
had intended it to be a more practical book, and it is, yet each page was woven with equal
parts of wit and wisdom, as well as personal stories depicting his love of surfing. Though
it, too, has been well received by the surfing community, Ahrens says, "In a way I
wish I'd put together another book of stories. That's what surfers were asking me for.
They look at my travel guide and say, 'Well, this is nice, but when are you going to write
more stories?'"
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Surprising everybody, perhaps even himself, Ahrens spent the next year writing a book that
had nothing to do with surfing. "It's a novel about Los Angeles before the freeway, a
story that's dear to my heart, about my grandfather, who I have come to think of as a
metaphor for what Los Angeles used to be. He was a hard-drinking Mexican man who married
an Apache woman. In his twenties he became intoxicated on tequila and passed out on the
train tracks. The train creased his forehead and left him with a cheerful disposition, as
well as a spiritual belief built around Jose Cuervo, The Union-Pacific Railroad, and the
Virgin Mary."
Meanwhile, Ahrens would love to stay in the micro publishing
business. "I really like going around to the small bookstores and talking to people
there. They're so much like small publishers, and are so supportive of us. It's amazing
how many of them will look at a book from a writer they don't know, say 'I'll take six of
them,' and write a check right there."
Ahrens also enjoys the small daily tasks of a micro publisher.
"Sometimes I get calls from people asking for the shipping department, or the
president of the company." (He laughs at this.) "I don't tell them Chubasco
Publishing is just me sitting at my kitchen table. But I really like taking an order for
one book, signing it, maybe writing a little note, putting it in a package and walking it
down to the post office. I think it balances the impractical side of me."
Ahrens hopes the day will come when Chubasco can publish the work
of other writers, though he can't afford that luxury yet. "I think people with the
power and the money should listen more to the ideas of people who don't have anything to
do except sit on the beach and throw rocks. Who else has time to think anymore?"
Perhaps the biggest reason Ahrens enjoys being a small publisher
is that, "I can't imagine having a job where I couldn't look out and see an endless
horizon." And looking out his kitchen window, he sees that the late morning breezes
haven't blown out the surf at Cardiff Reef. It's the kind of day answering machines were
invented for.
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