Wool, Baby, Wool!
No, no…this isn’t a post about my favorite fetish. Besides which, I find wool is far too rough and itchy to hold against my bare skin.
But what this post is about is a super-cool science fiction short story I read on the train home last night, called WOOL. When Hugh Howey responded to my post about my 2011 earnings and cited his current take, of course my mercenary instincts kicked in and I checked out some of his stuff. I’ve only read WOOL so far, but my God, did this story knock my socks off.
If the rest of his works are of equal caliber, then this guy deserves every penny he gets. (And yeah, he gets a lot…the bastard.) I haven’t been this enamored of a science fiction story since my pal Derek Paterson showed me Adjustments in the early part of this century. (I’ve given up on badgering him to turn the story into a full-on novel, which is our collective loss.)
So if my recommendations mean anything to you, check out WOOL. I am pretty damn sure you’ll dig it, and for the price, you can’t really go wrong.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to get back to writing the steamy McDaniels/Gartrell/Regina Safire shower scene.