Meeting Hugh Howey has turned me on to the existence of another Hugh. This one is a Hugh Howie (which is the correct spelling, btw). It turns out that he receives email meant for me. You can read all about it here.

I feel bad for Hugh’s inbox and the way Google mismanages search results. From what I understand, the Howeys and Howies come from the Howe clan. (I’m remembering this from when I was very young and could be confabulating). What I heard is that Howie is the original spelling and that we had a spate of illiteracy some time ago (many would argue it persists). I grew up around people with both variants. We even intermarried a while back. I like to say our family tree is shaped more like a vine.

I keep saying my five minutes should be running out right about . . . now. Hopefully for the sake of Hugh Howey and Hugh Howie, it strikes midnight soon. They both sound terribly annoyed to have fans throwing themselves at them.

Visit HughHowie.com to give the real lad some love, won’t you? At the very least, ask him how DUST is coming along.