This is the new world. The world where the people have the power. This is the world that โย along with million-dollar-deals, Ridley Scottโoptioned movie rights and a dedicated cult following โย brought about a whole new vision for the publishing industry. This is the world that Hugh Howey built.
by Alicia Lutz โ98
Photography by Jason Myers
Illustrations by Justin Fields
This is the order, the way things are done. Itโs strong. It works. It always has. This is whatโs keeping it all together. Thereโs no reason to question it, no reason for change. Besides, what could possibly be done differently? Look around. There is no other view to be seen. There is nowhere else to go, no other path to take. There is no such thing as a โbetterโ way โ there is no other way. Thereโs no space for imagination to wander, no capacity for envisioning a different route. Veer off on your own, and itโs over. You canโt make it out there all by yourself.
Those who try? They never make it far.
This is the backdrop to Hugh Howeyโs story. Itโs a world that he knew all along was ripe for revolution. It couldnโt keep on like this. It was only a matter of time before someone came along and set things in motion. And he had just the right character to make it happen.
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Hugh Howey wasnโt thinking about the world of publishing โ or changing it, for that matter โ when he sat down to tell the post-apocalyptic story of a totalitarian society living in an underground silo. He wasnโt trying to sell 500,000 e-books, rake in a million dollars, be a New York Times bestseller or be the Kindle Book Reviewโs Best Indie Book of 2012. Movie rights and comic adaptations were the furthest things from his mind.
He was just sitting at his MacBook Air โ sometimes in the early morning in his 8-by-8 home office in Boone, N.C., sometimes during his lunch breaks in the storage room of Appalachian State Universityโs bookstore, where he worked in the trade books section โ doing what he loves to do: write.
He was writing because he wanted to. Thatโs the only reason to do it. As he learned with the other nine novels and novellas heโd self-published before, the reward is the writing itself. And so, in July 2011, when Howey published the 99-cent e-book that would turn out to be the first part of a series of science fiction novellas called Wool, his expectations were low.
He published the 40-page story using Kindle Direct Publishing and moved on.
It was, he knew, a good premise: this idea that a whole civilization could survive among the 144 levels of an underground silo for generations and generations after the Earthโs surface had become uninhabitable โ and all the measures that would have to be taken to ensure that rules were followed, that order was kept. Curiosity must be quelled, talk must be quieted, conjecture must be punished. In Howeyโs silo, the various levels of society (the governing and law enforcement bodies, teachers, shopkeepers and IT workers on the top 48 floors; the farmers and supply workers in the middle; the blue-collar mechanics on the bottom 48 floors) are effectively cut off from one another, connected only by a worn spiral staircase and the porters zipping up and down it.
โThe setting is kind of unusual in that itโs not a wasteland; the people are kind of locked in a bottle and trying to get along with each other,โ says Howey, who grew up climbing on top of and inside of the two silos on his dadโs farm in Monroe, N.C., and playing on the spiral staircase at his familyโs beach house in Figure Eight Beach, N.C. โI have a very romantic attachment to that staircase, and Iโm sure that played a huge part in giving the stairs such a central role in the middle of the silo.โ
But the idea for this world within the silo, where people are isolated not just from one another, but also from the world outside โ their only view of which is through a single screen โ
was born out of Howeyโs concerns about a society that gets all of its news, all of its facts, through some sort of monitor.
โI had always traveled a lot and so being suddenly domesticated by my wife and being in one place and then seeing the world through news outlets rather than by being out there on my own feet: That made me realize that when youโre out in the world, you see the good and the bad (and most of it is good), but when you get all your views of the world through the media, you get a skewed vision of whatโs going on out there,โ says Howey. โIt made me worry: What does this do to our concept of the world? And, when youโre in a setting that filters what you think you know, who do you trust?โ
How do you know, in other words, that the wool isnโt being pulled over your eyes?
This notion had the foundations โ and the setting โ for further exploration. So, when more than 1,000 copies of his short story sold within the first three months, Howey made a shrewd move: He tabled his other writing project and revisited the world within the silo. Between October and December 2011, he wrote four more e-book installments. The second, โProper Gauge,โ sold 3,000 copies in a month; and the third and fourth, โCasting Offโ and โUnraveling,โ sold more than 10,000 copies in a month.
The rapid release of the series helped build buzz โ and Howeyโs knack for writing a tantalizing cliffhanger built readersโ anticipation with each new 99-cent installment. But it was readersโ word of mouth that really gave Wool the momentum it had when 23,000 copies of the five-book omnibus edition sold within a month of its January 2012 release.
โIt was absolutely crazy,โ says Howey. โI wasnโt doing anything to promote it, but it was just taking off.โ
With over 5,260 reviews and an average rating of 4.8 out of five stars on Amazon, Wool became Amazonโs most favorably reviewed book of 2012, as well as one of its bestsellers in several categories, even bumping Game of Thrones author George R.R. Martin to No. 6 on the top sci-fi list. Beyond Amazon, Wool was a two-week New York Times e-fiction bestseller, a USA Today bestseller and recipient of the Kindle Book Reviewโs 2012 Best Indie Book Award in the sci-fi/fantasy category.
Within a few months, Howey was selling 20,000โ30,000 digital copies of Wool โ and raking in a $150,000 salary โ each month.
โAt that point, I decided, Well, itโs time to quit, and just concentrate on my writing. If I have to get another job, I can,โ recalls Howey, whose entry-level position at the university bookstore had paid him less in over a week than what he was making in a day from the Wool sales. โIโd never thought itโd be possible to quit working my day job and be a professional writer, but it had always been a dream. That was a huge moment.โ
Heโd made it. He was making money โ and a name for himself โ in the dog-eat-dog world of publishing, and heโd done it all on his own: from writing, editing (with help from mom and 6โ8 beta readers, usually unpaid fans, per work) and publishing his books, to interacting with his fans, to managing the demands from Entertainment Weekly, Forbes and Wired and the constant courtship from the likes of AMC, Showtime, HBO, BBC and the SyFy Channel. He seemed to be doing just fine out there on his own.
This would have been the perfect time to let the agencies and publishers swoop in and take things from here. That would have been easy โ it would have been the norm.
But then there wouldnโt be a story. Then nothing would have changed. Then heโd be just another self-published author who caught the attention of the big guys โ just another guy willing to give it all away for the right deal, the right amount.
Thatโs not the kind of guy Hugh Howey is. Itโs just not what heโs about. Which makes him perfect for the role that makes this story his.
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Hugh Howey has always gone his own way. Heโs always done what suited him. As a kid, he was somewhat of a loner, an introvert. Not that he was antisocial or disruptive โ not at all. He was a good student, a good athlete and a good classmate. He had one close friend, but got along with everyone. Still, he always preferred the company of the book sticking out of his back pocket.
In high school, he managed to stay above the fray โ remaining completely unaware of the peer pressure that plagued his classmates. He grew his hair long, played soccer, rode a skateboard and listened to his parentsโ rock โnโ roll.
โI thought of myself as a romantic, reading and writing poetry all the time, which often led to interest from girls who would grow frustrated by my lack of moves and run off with my best friend,โ Howey sighs. โIt worked out great for him.โ
He married young and was divorced by the age of 20. It was 1995, and he left his job as a computer repairman in Charlotte, N.C., packed everything he could fit into his Ford Probe and headed to Charleston for a fresh start.
โI got to town, got an apartment off Meeting Street, enrolled at the College and found a job as a CPA assistant all in the same day,โ Howey says. โI just drove down there, started my life over, and to this day I still feel like Charleston is my home city. Thatโs where I found myself, where I discovered myself, and it was the best period of my life.โ
Howey didnโt find much in common with his classmates, but he made some fast friends in mathematics professor Doug Holmes and the owners of Jackโs Cafรฉ and Claraโs Cafรฉ.
โI spent months of my life hanging out at Claraโs,โ says Howey, adding that Rainbow Cafรฉ was another favorite: โA group of us used to hang out and play chess on that massive set they had on the ground with the 12-inch chess pieces. You sit on burlap coffee bean bags, drink coffee and play chess or kibbutz over games in progress. That was my social life at CofC.โ
It was a good life โ especially when he moved onto Xerxes, the 27-foot sailboat heโd bought and sailed from Baltimore in freezing weather with his best friend.
โWe spent 36 hours in massive seas, unbelievably sick. We should have died. No autopilot, no idea what we were doing, just making every mistake in the book,โ says Howey, who taught himself to sail on the small Sunfish that was kept in a garage of the Figure Eight Beach house his family visited every year. โThat Sunfish felt like a massive boat to me when I was 10 years old, requiring a Herculean effort to pull down to the sound and step the mast. But when I was out on the water, I felt completely free.โ
That sense of freedom is what Howey was chasing when he left the College after his junior year.
โI was living on my sailboat at Buzzards Roost Marina, and I was terrified of graduating and getting a job, and my life just flashing before me, so I decided I was going to take off and sail around for a while. I was going to try to sail around the world, but I didnโt make it,โ he says. Instead he spent a year โjust hopping aroundโ the Bahamas, working as a yacht captain and getting caught in a couple of hurricanes. โThere in that late season, I went a space wherein I didnโt see another living soul. Just for the fun of it, I made a point of not singing to music or saying anything, just to see what that would be like.โ
His conclusion? โOur minds were not meant for such loneliness.โ
Although Howey did return to the College, he almost immediately was offered a job he couldnโt pass up on a boat bound for Hong Kong. He enrolled for his third and final time at the College upon his return.
โEvery time I came back, I took school more and more seriously,โ says the one-time physics major who eventually switched to English so he could take more classes with now-retired English professor Dennis Goldsberry. โHe was just this cantankerous old man, and I just adored him. I took every one of his classes that I could. He was up on the third floor of one of the English houses, almost in the attic, up these creaky steps, and I would just go up there and bug the hell out of him. I was up there all the time.โ
โHugh Howey was the most outrageous, disruptive student I ever had,โ Goldsberry recalls affectionately. โI had to bite my tongue to stop from laughing at some comic things he said in class just to keep order. Howey is crazy enough to be a great writer.โ
As many of Goldsberryโs classes that Howey took, he still didnโt manage to graduate before he left the College in 2000 to take a job on a boat in New York. He was on that vessel, down at the base of the World Trade Centers, the morning of September 11, 2001.
โWhat I remember most are the crowds of people and how curiosity became terror. I watched the second plane come screaming from the south. I could see the emblems on the tail, see that this was a commercial jet and likely full of people and I remember screaming in my head for the pilot to pull up, wondering, What in the world are they doing: Donโt they see the building? And then this great ball of fire and debris rained down, and the crowds, who had been watching the north tower burn, started running and screaming. And I just wanted to join them. But I had this boat there that I was responsible for, and so we had to get them out,โ Howey remembers. โThe scariest part was having to go down into the engine room to start the boat. I couldnโt see the sky, couldnโt see the imagined third or fourth or fifth plane come in. I was down there for a minute or two, and I was convinced that I wouldnโt live through that moment. The terror was of not seeing the end come.โ
That terror stuck with him, made him uncharacteristically irritable and antsy for years to come and has cropped up in his writing more than a few times โ informing, for example, the pitch-black scenes in Wool.
These are the kinds of autobiographical elements that Howey brings to Wool: the mechanical experience he got in the engine rooms of ships, the surge of utter fear he felt on 9/11, the unnatural silence he practiced in the Bahamas, the go-it-alone tendencies of his character.
โI think most of my characters are built on who I am and my own personality traits. I think thatโs maybe true of a lot of authors โ you exaggerate your own inner demons or your hopes of your beneficial qualities โ and you try to craft a character of the best and worst parts of yourself,โ he says. โAnd in that way, all my characters are from Charleston, because when I moved to Charleston, I moved there to start over. I feel like itโs where I was born.โ
It is, in other words, where his story began. Itโs where he developed the kind of character that โ like his protagonist in Wool โ is unafraid of going out there alone, unconcerned with the expectations and pressures of the world. The kind of character that has both the foresight to envision a different way of doing things and the courage to carry it all the way through.
Even when faced with the force of the Big Six of the publishing world.
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All eyes were on Hugh Howey. And โ as he turned down seven-figure offer after seven-figure offer โ it was clear he had the upper hand. The power had shifted. The Big Six publishing houses had lost to a self-publisher. Howey was forging a new way.
โI am not the story of self-publishing,โ he insists. Maybe not, but โ as the first self-published author to be offered a print-only contract and a significant six-figure advance by a major publisher โ he is certainly the hero of self-publishers everywhere.
โItโs the smartest thing Iโve ever done โ so many authors are watching this and congratulating me and hoping this becomes a trend,โ says Howey.
It all started with a call from the Nelson Agency. Kristin Nelson was not the first agent to contact Howey about representing Wool โ a reversal of roles in and of itself โ but she was the first to agree that he shouldnโt sell the rights to the book, something heโd adamantly refused to do since it would mean going from earning 70 percent of Woolโs royalties to somewhere around 12.5 percent. Like Howey, Nelson knew this didnโt make sense.
โShe suggested that we just get the conversation started with the publishers โ not because she thought anything would come of it, but because it would lay the groundwork for industry change down the road,โ Howey explains.
In the meantime, the Nelson Agency signed 24 foreign publishing deals for Wool and shopped out the movie rights, which ultimately went to Blade Runner and Alien director Ridley Scott and 20th Century Fox.
โThe Ridley Scott deal was huge,โ says Howey. โJust to have people with that much experience and that much clout that read as much as they do to enjoy it was really humbling.โ
It also gave Howey more leverage than ever. With the help of Nelson, he turned down all the major U.S. publishers, one after another โ some more than once.
โThe offers started getting quite large, and I was leaving a lot of money on the table, but I was also making enough to pay my bills and set up a retirement plan for myself,โ shrugs Howey. โI didnโt have to be motivated by money; I could be motivated by principle, and that freed me up to make what I thought was a good decision.โ
All he really wanted was a partnership and a fair contract in exchange for an already-established fan base, a bestseller and a brand. He didnโt think it too much to ask. And so he stuck to his guns when, one after another, publishers offered contracts that would double the price of his e-books, take away his digital rights and enforce no-compete clauses. All deal breakers.
It all paid off when Simon & Schuster made an unprecedented print-only offer that secured Howeyโs digital publication rights. It was more than Howey or Nelson had ever imagined, and it shook up the entire publishing industryโs notion of what was possible โ of where self-publishers and e-books belong in this world.
โMy goals never waivered. And neither did I,โ Howey observes. โIt turned out it was easier for the publishing industry to change just a little bit, just a smidgen, in order to accept me just the way I am.โ
The paperback and hardback editions of Wool hit the stores on March 12, 2013, marking a momentous event in publishing โ and landing Howey interviews with The Wall Street Journal, Publishers Weekly and Writerโs Digest
โThe most exciting thing for me was to break down some barriers in industry practices. I feel honored to have been here to watch the changes happen so closely, and Iโm excited about contracts that just make more sense for the reader, the writer and the publisher,โ says Howey, explaining that no-compete clauses in traditional contracts kept authors from publishing whatever they wanted, whenever they wanted. โThat prevented readers from having more material from their favorite authors, and that prevented everyone from having a better standard of living. So, holding off on that and getting that out of contracts has been wonderful.โ
Still, Howey is reluctant to take any credit for the progress publishers are making.
โAll these things that have happened were always going to happen โ and whoever was there, whoever it happened to, would be fortunate. They would get recognized for something that really, they have little control over,โ he says, adding that the deal he made with Simon & Schuster is a win-win for both parties. โThe only way they would have been able to sign me in to get my digital rights would have been to have paid me a whole lot more money, like several million dollars. So, I think theyโre better off this way: Theyโre paying me less money and they get a guaranteed profit because the book has been tested, and they know itโs going to do well. Theyโre going to make hundreds of thousands of dollars on the book โ and what publisher wouldnโt want to do that and chance making zero, or losing money?โ
With more and more big publishers looking at indie and self-published authors, itโs certainly not the last deal of its kind. Self-published books made up 25 percent of Amazonโs top-sellers in 2012; e-book sales for adult fiction and nonfiction grew by 36 percent in the first three quarters of 2012; and, in that same period, mass-market paperback sales declined 17 percent and hardcover sales 2.4 percent.
โI see myself more as a slight outlier within an overall trend,โ says Howey, citing multiple friends and colleagues who are selling millions of their self-published books. โThese days, authors want control, and they know things donโt have to be like they used to be. There are thousands of writers paying bills with their work, so thatโs not anomalous; thatโs a shifting of the bell curve.โ
So, no, maybe Howey didnโt single-handedly tear down the order of the publishing industry โ maybe he wasnโt the only reason that the power has shifted back into the hands of the people. It was, after all, long overdue for some kind of transformation; things had to change to keep up with the digital media and e-readers. But โ like his Wool protagonist, who dared to dig a little further, to break away and see what else was out there โ Howey took the first opportunity to step outside of the publishing silo.
And that one step made everything else possible.
Open Book
Ultimately, this is Hugh Howeyโs story. It doesnโt belong to his best-selling book. It doesnโt belong to the publishing industry, e-books or indie writers. It belongs to him and it belongs to his readers. This is the story of a real author-reader relationship, of mutual respect and of empowerment. Because, without the readers, this story would not even exist.
โNo matter what path you take, your book has to prove itself to the readers. They are in total control,โ Howey admits. They are the ones who bought that first short story, the ones who reviewed it, passed it along to their friends and created a buzz around it โ something that Howey is not comfortable doing himself. โI donโt even like asking people to read my book. What I like doing is interacting with people whoโve already read it and enjoyed it.โ
At first, when there were just a few Facebook friend requests and emails trickling in, Howey got in the habit of getting to know the fans and being available to them on Twitter, email and his blog. Now with close to 4,000 Facebook friends, Howey somehow manages to stay plugged into his growing fan base โ spending his mornings writing and then the rest of the day responding to emails, Facebook and Twitter, as well as conducting interviews and posting to his blog.
โI really donโt take a lot of time off โ I am always doing something toward the writing and publishing and interacting-with-reader process because I enjoy all three phases of it,โ he says, noting that the readers have become a close-knit community since this all began. โIโm having fun getting to know my readers, giving them writing and self-publishing advice.โ
On his Facebook page and website โ and in the Reddit AMA (Ask Me Anything) he conducted last spring โ Howey remains a humble, down-to-earth open book, encouraging fan fiction and fan art based on the world he created in Wool โ or, as fans have come to call it, the Wooliverse.
โI think fan fiction should be celebrated. Itโs like writing with training wheels,โ says Howey. โOnce people get addicted to writing fan fiction, theyโre like, Oh, I can do this, too, and then theyโll start writing their own stories. And then theyโre a writer, and thatโs such a beautiful transformation. They are self-made artists.โ
The way he sees it, reading his fansโ works is part of the deal: This is a two-way street. Besides, heโd rather be seen as a mentor or fellow writer than some sort of idol โ a role heโll never get used to.
โThe fans make you feel appreciated, and itโs hard to put a value on that, even an emotional value. Still, the massive reactions always freak me out a little,โ says Howey, who spent
February through March traveling through Europe, Australia, New Zealand and the United States on book-signing tours. โI donโt feel like Iโm supposed to be famous. I keep telling myself that Iโm not.โ
Admittedly, itโs been an adjustment going from having a few to a few thousand readers โ and the thought of putting his work out there for so many people to read can paralyze his writing process
โAs my readership has expanded, I have to remember to write the stories that I want to read and to stay true to my vision of what a good story is โ not write what I think will please a whole bunch of people. Itโs been very difficult to think that, OK, now I have a readership of hundreds of thousands, so this next book should be dumbed down, or made more Hollywood or become something other than what it just needs to be to be the best story possible. Thatโs been a challenge, so Iโm just trying to tell myself that Iโm still writing for a dozen people,โ he says.
The even-keeled Howey has managed to keep Woolโs success in check in other parts of his life, as well. Including in his wallet.
โBefore my books started selling, I was making $300 a week before taxes and living comfortably. I never worried about money before this happened to me, mostly because I donโt take on debt and I live a very simple life,โ says Howey, who was living with his wife in a 750-square-foot house in Boone before Woolโs success. They have since moved to a 900-square-foot house in Jupiter, Fla., where Howeyโs wife took a job. โWe would have done that anyway. I love living in a small house. It means you own less stuff; you keep your life simpler. Iโd rather spend my time outside of my house in nature than have a massive cave to roam around in and stockpile things.โ
Aside from trading in his truck for a Ford Focus (which boils down to trading four-wheel drive for AC), the only โbig splurgeโ Howey and his wife have made is a pair of paddleboards to take out on the water with their dog, Bella.
โThe biggest change, I suppose, is that I now have the ability to plan for retirement โ and my ability to write full time, which means I can treat writing like a job instead of a hobby that eats up an extra 40 hours a week on top of a job,โ says Howey. โThe money Iโm making is incredible, but I wonโt be earning off my writing forever. Every day I keep thinking, OK, this has gone on much longer than it deserved to have, and I just keep my rรฉsumรฉ ready. Iโm ready to go back to work in a bookstore at any moment.โ
It may sound downbeat, but that lack of ego and lack of confidence are what motivate Howey to stay humble, stay grounded and stay true to his character.
โEvery step along the way I kept thinking, This is kind of insane, this is the absolute top of my journey and then itโs just going to be downhill from here,โ he says. โIโm constantly surprised when things go further.โ
But โ with Woolโs prequel, Shift, already out on Kindle and paperback; its sequel, Dust, due out in July; its screenplay waiting to be green-lighted; and its comic adaptation slated for reveal at this fallโs New York Comicon โ the story of this mysterious, fragile Wooliverse isnโt going anywhere.
And โ if his photo on the cover of the May/June issue of Writerโs Digest is any indication โ neither is the story of Hugh Howey and the new path he has forged for self-publishers and e-publishers alike.
More than just a poster child for a new way of publishing, Howey has emerged as the hero in this story. Itโs a role he never intended to play, but, faced with the opportunity to escape the old order โ the old way of doing things โ Howey took it, stood his ground and made it out of the siloed restraints of the publishing industry.
He went his own way. And heโs made it farther than anyone ever thought possible.
