![]() I think every writer, aspiring or real, sat in that crowd and had the same fantasy. I had a fantasy while I was sitting there. “He’s going to do it the right way.”Īccording to Howey, the woman asked him rudely what awards he had won for his work. And I shit you not, she laid a hand on this poor Canadian as if she owned his soul. “That’s still self-publishing,” she said, venom in her voice. When Howey joined the conversation to talk about self-publishing, however, she was far less enthused:Ĭrazy girl intervened. Howey recalls how he waited in line for half an hour listening to a woman promise another writer she’d find him an agent. The result: fierce backlash from readers and publishers alike over his portrayal of an unnamed female convention attendee, whom he calls “the batshit craziest broad at all of Worldcon.” The rant gets more disturbing from there, devolving into a “fantasy” of grabbing his crotch and telling her, “Suck it, bitch.” But after he took to his blog and Goodreads to bash one woman he met at last year’s WorldCon, the publishing blogosphere may not have much goodwill left.Īccording to Howey, his wife told him that a story titled “The Bitch From WorldCon” (here’s a cached version here’s a screengrab) wasn’t the smartest thing he could post, but he ignored her and published it anyway. Self-publishing wunderkind Hugh Howey may have relied on the kindness of strangers to boost his viral hit Wool into a word-of-mouth Amazon sensation, a major publishing deal with Simon & Schuster, and a lucrative movie deal. ![]()
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