For a period in 2012 I talked a lot about Hugh Howey. It seemed like everything coming out of my mouth was about him.
“Hugh Howey said this.
Hugh Howey said that.
Did you see this video of Hugh Howey dancing?
Oh my god Hugh Howey just quoted me on kindle boards!”
Yes I always used his first and last name.
My husband, at one point, asked me if I loved Hugh Howey so damn much why didn’t I marry him? My reply was, “I think he’s already married.”
Time passed and my obsession went away only now to be replaced with an increasing obsession with Chuck Wendig.
I read all of his blog posts, I’ve started reading his books, and his name keeps popping up in everyday conversations. I’ve read a couple of his funny toddler blog posts out loud to my husband, who surprisingly liked them.
At this point the only reason Chuck Wendig has not become my new Hugh Howey is because Sean Platt, Johnny B. Truant, and Dave Wright of the Self-Publishing Podcast and Write. Publish. Repeat. are vying for my attention at the same time.
So many men so little time.