Hugh Howey
Hugh Howey

Bestselling author of Wool and other books. Currently sailing around the world.


The Dystopia Triptych

It’s here! It’s real! The latest release from John Joseph Adams, Christie Yant, and myself! I present to you, IGNORANCE IS STRENGTH, BURN THE ASHES, and OR ELSE THE LIGHT. Otherwise known as THE DYSTOPIA TRIPTYCH! Six or so years ago, JJA and I edited and released The Apocalypse Triptych, a series of three anthologies that allowed authors to tell connected stories about the end of the world. We had so much fun with those books that we decided to do it again, this time with a dystopian flair. We…

The Phases of Life

Life comes in three phases: 1) Ignoring all advice. 2) Finally trying things and wishing you’d done them sooner. 3) Being an advocate of things and no one listening.

A New World

Ten years ago I lived in Boone, in the mountains of North Carolina. Boone has an interesting mix of the political spectrum. There are good old boys mixed in with flower children. It’s a bit of a hippie enclave amid a sea of conservatism. In one day, you hear a very wide range of what’s-wrong-with-the-world. One of the few things everyone agreed upon was that there were too many tourists moving into town. Too many people in general. Overpopulation is a rare area where the left and right both see…

Tomorrow is too Late

I used to take some chances with my bad guys. I’ve written my fair share of them. But if I wrote a scene where cops teargassed clergy off the stoop of their own church, so a president who has never believed in any god for a day in his life could get his photo taken with an upside-down Bible that he’s never read a word of, I’d have to delete it before my editor got a chance to berate me for being ridiculous. I’m also guilty — most writers are…

World Building

When we sit down to write a novel, we start with a blank page. The world we create can take any shape we like. It doesn’t need to have our rules. It doesn’t need to have our history. The only constraint is our lack of imagination. Oh, but what a constraint this is. Our imaginations aren’t very good at conjuring up worlds dissimilar to the ones we know. When we create new lifeforms, they tend to look and act pretty much like us. When we predict the future, we tend…