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This is about writing rather than photographing, but there is similarity in the desire to express oneself. Writing is perhaps nearer to art than photography, because it depends on imagination rather than description. That may only be true for fiction though, as non-fiction is more akin to description. Anyhow, ignoring the high-faluting artspeak, the matter is that I’ve been working on a novel.
I have written a book previously, but it was a non-fiction technical guide, so the only really creative aspect was its structure. This time is different, because I’m doing every part of it myself. The reason why I chose to walk over hot coals carrying a piano is something I’ll get to later, but the drive to do this is my curiosity: I want to know how things work.

What has this to do with photography? Well, imagine you wanted to put on an exhibition of your work. What size should the pictures be? How should they be framed? In what order should they appear? Should they be arranged chronologically or thematically? Do they need to have a similar tone or colour, or is there a progression? How many pictures, and which ones? Do they need titles? Where can I find a space to hang them? What will people want to know about the work? How do I tell people the exhibition exists? What if someone wants to buy a picture?
If you are established or famous, a gallery and curator will do these things for you. If you can find an agent and a publisher, they will do the same with your book. But, for various reasons, I’m going-it alone, so I’m having to learn something of the crafts that make art possible. The biggest lesson for me is that the smooth progress of a swan across a lake is supported by frantic, clever and detailed paddling below the surface. The gallery exhibition that delights didn’t just happen with a few picture hooks and some frames from IKEA. A book that takes you off into a new world is cleverly-constructed to be readable, and takes more than stapling some photocopied pages together.
What this means is that, when you try to DIY, you have to find and do all the invisible things that you took for granted (and were built to be invisible and not detract from the work). Books have a structure: if you pick a new one up, you know how to use it. So if you build your own book, you need to learn those settings so that the ‘swan’s legs’ remain invisible and your reader sees the picture and not the frame.
If I may make another aside – writing is becoming a growing interest for more photographers, as they are rediscovering blogging and personal websites. Blogging, like what I done here, is an easy type of writing in some ways, as it is generally short-form and informal. There is the pressure to maintain, of course: if I commit to update my blog weekly, then I have to do it every week. But the underlying mechanics are invisible- WordPress handles the formatting, the webby stuff and the subscribers. The joy of t’interweb is that publishing and distribution are free, which is why I have a global audience (cough).
Not so much with physical books, though, especially if you choose to do it yourself. And long before you sully paper with ink, you need to get the ‘legs’ right. This is when you find that the things you thought you knew, you don’t. Books are so well-constructed that you don’t notice how they work. Not until you try to make one, that is. There is a generally-standard structure to a book – the picture framing and presentation, if you will – and you should follow it. It’s like the best of industrial design, where the item shows you how to use it.
The content of a book also follows conventions in the way it is presented. My Gracious Half spent an academic career reading critically, and tells me that while we speak free-form, we need to write with grammar. The grammar and punctuation are there to guide the reader, and avoid them crashing out of the story when they hit something they don’t instantly understand. So, suddenly, the words that flow so fluently from your lips need commas, or semicolons, or even the dreaded em-dash. And these gadgets have to be in the correct places and doing the right job. It’s like the ant that asked the millipede how they synchronised their legs. The millipede thought about it, then tripped and fell over. (Don’t worry – the ant tried the same trick on a spider, and now there’s one less ant.) So as a self-publisher, I feel like the millipede: I have to look at my work on several levels to ensure that I tell the story, and I also tell it in a way that is readable and understandable. I have tripped repeatedly.
I like to think it’s like looking at art – you know the stuff where you say “my five-year-old could do that”. OK then, you try. Or when some people see photographs, and complain that “anyone could do that”. Again, show me. You don’t know how hard those legs are paddling until you try to propel your own swan. George Orwell knew this, because he said that “Writing a book is a horrible, exhausting struggle, like a long bout with some painful illness. One would never undertake such a thing if one were not driven on by some demon whom one can neither resist nor understand.” Of course, he also had a mind to the desired result, when he said “Good prose should be transparent, like a window pane.”
Would I have it any other way? Of course I would: I’m lazy. I’d love to have people polish my prose, primp my punctuation and perfect my plotting, but I don’t have them to hand. So it’s a combination of my best efforts and the support of multiple style-guides, grammaries and the high priests of punctuation, combined with reading books for structure rather than content. But the result is my own best understanding and effort, with a journey that has taught me more than I learned (or perhaps, remembered) from school. To stretch the simily, (isn’t that a monkey?) I didn’t just take pictures – I built my own camera, ground my own lenses and made my own film. Why? Because I wanted to create an actual book, identical to a commercial paperback, that was all my own. And also because my particular opus would never convince an agent or publisher to pony-up, so this was the only way it was going to happen. So there will be one copy for me and a couple for the friends who took an interest (or wondered why I’d started asking odd and worrying questions about guns and poisons), and that’s it. Until the sequel, of course.

Another similarity I’ve found between writing and photography is the power of the pause. When you think there is nothing more to be done, that the work has reached perfection, you move it to the back burner and wait. And then will come the dog-walking moment, when your subconscious gives a timid cough and asks if you could spare a minute. Which is when you realise that you were only half way to good, but you can save it with another rewrite/ reprint/ rehash. In truth it was said, that books are not written, they are rewritten. (I kept my first draft so that I can go back and wince at it. How else would you measure progress?)
Print on demand is wonderful for little vanity projects like this, so even creating an actual physical book is not out of reach, providing I’ve done all of the design and layout. Speaking of which, the work is not done when the words are typed: that’s when you put them in that clever layout. So as well as learning how to spell, I’ve also been learning about page bleed and trim allowance, and converting my cover artwork to CMYK. My old copy of PhotoShop Elements can’t produce CMYK, but the wonderful world of Linux applications provided a copy of Krita, which does the job perfectly.
So there it is – writing a book is like creating an exhibition, and both are harder than they look.
PS – the reason this book will never be published is that it’s fan-fiction: I spotted an event in a series of novels that I could use to take-off in a different direction. In tech-speak, I forked it, which is probably what I also did if you say that aloud. And if anyone litigious is listening, I didn’t use any of the series characters: I spotted an event that let me make up some new ones and run off with a new story line. So there. Anyhow, it’s been the learning that I have enjoyed, not any thoughts of success or adding to the total of human knowledge. Curiosity made me do it. I’ve also put on two (shared) exhibitions of photography, and those were also a big learning opportunity. There will be no sequel to those.





























