I know what you’re thinking, since when can a photog write?
I still aint real sure I can. But a little more than two years ago (with the encouragement of several on this site) I decided to sit down and start writing.
I lost my hair, my appetite, and my mind, but the resulting 302-page opus is ready for human consumption.
It’s a tale of crime, intrigue, a despotic news director, a bubble-headed bleach blonde, and only a few multi-syllabic words. And true to form in most newsrooms, the shooter is the angst-riddled hero. Perfect for the photog on your Christmas list.