Hugh Howey
Hugh Howey

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

Is Time Travel this Difficult?

After six months of research and frenzied writing, I have a completed manuscript of Molly’s first set of adventures. The work is 100,000 words long and details Molly’s search for her father’s old starship. After several rounds of editing, I’m happy enough with the story (its readability and faithfulness to actual events) to flirt with publication. You would think the easy part lies ahead, but unfortunately, this is not the case. My sixteen-hour days of nonstop manuscript work will prove to be the relaxing moments in this quest. The difficult…

A Moment of Panic

Much has been said about my research into Molly, but little about the writing process. If anything, it has been even more manic than my time spent with The Reader. Most of the rough draft of my narrative’s first entry was written in a mere week. 76,000 words in seven 12-16 hour days. If that sounds epic, consider that I have become so familiar with this story that it was just a matter of moving it from my brain to the computer. Plus, I have an interactive outline to work…

A Beginning

Choosing the right place to start Molly’s story was simple. Despite all that took place before, much of it long before she was even born, there was one day that changed everything. Not just for Molly, but for the galaxy. The full scope of this story is only beginning to be understood, even after six months of nonstop reading and research. And yet, it all hinged on a single day. So that’s where this story begins. The Tchung Affair. I’ve apologized several times prior for my analytical, male brain. I’m…

Digging for the Science

I apologize in advance to my friends at NASA, who are eagerly anticipating the results of my research. Many of them have taken an interest in what I’m doing, but I believe they are going to be surprised to discover something. I know I was. Molly’s story is about people and relationships, not about gadgets and gizmos. As a geek, (and someone who likely suffers from an autism spectrum disorder) I was confused by the focus of my source material. The vast majority of it recounts conversations, feelings, people and…

The Anti-Cassandra Complex?

One of the things I try to avoid thinking about is that I’m putting together a puzzle whose pieces haven’t even been created yet. I can’t help but believe in this story, that it has already happened. Then a date will remind me: I’m sorting through the future. The big joke here is that I am a propellant guy. I work with solid-state fuels. Worked, I should say. Anyway, the last few months before I was laid off, I was becoming more of a chemist than a physicist. And I’ve…