I'd heard that good things come to those who wait. But that might not always be the case. It's been a long weekend. Pbtht. And that is all I'm going to say about that. The fact that it is snowing is doing little to improve my dull brown miserable mood. The fact that I'm working double hours this week to make up for taking last week off because my little guy's preschool took spring break (not during the same week that my elementary student has break, mind you)? That's doing even less for me.
So I thought it might be best not to write about me today. I want to write about someone else. Someone who I like more and more as I get to "know" him better. I want to write about a humble and talented writer named Hugh Howey. If you follow self-publishing at all, and assuming that you haven't been under a rock, you have likely heard of him. He wrote the increasingly popular serialized "omnibus" Wool. This book - available altogether on Amazon - is actually five parts to one story. And Howey's rise to fame began with the first one. A 12,000 word short story, or novelette, which he published on Amazon. He published subsequent versions to appease his fans, and ended up with the Wool Omnibus.
He also ended up selling foreign rights and finding himself in talks with some of Hollywood's biggest names to produce his post-apocalyptic story. I've read only the first one myself, and am hungrily beginning the second now. And I'm smitten -- mostly because Howey is a fantastic writer. This is no sci-fi Shades of Grey. The writing is beautiful.
Anyway, there have been lots of other things written about Howey. This article is from Huffington Post is my favorite.
I'll leave you with this today... keep the faith, writers. The world is full of possibilities. Go outside yourselves - don't believe everything you see through the windows. (if you've read Wool, this might make sense. Or it might seem like I'm telling you to die. I'll have to read more to understand the full implications of what I've just said.)