On Thursday, September 4th, at 8pm EST, legendary bestselling author Hugh Howey and I will have an impromptu live chat on Authors On The Air radio. This will be the literary equivalent of a cage fight, no rules, no referee, no limitations on the amount of popcorn consumed. If you don’t tune in, a puppy will…well, you don’t want to know.
Those of you who follow my utterings have no doubt heard me on Pam Stack’s show, which usually quickly deteriorates into name calling, abuse, vulgarity, and profanity that would make a drunk sailor blush.
Why Hugh, who sells more books than Elvis or the Beatles, would sully his otherwise pristine reputation by agreeing to this abuse is beyond me. I’m guessing he lost a bet. Or was drunk. Or both.
Be that as it may, this presents a marvelous opportunity to ask the man anything you like, either calling in, or by leaving the questions you’d most like answered by him in the comments section of this blog. Don’t bother leaving questions for me because I’ll just ignore the uncomfortable ones (which are most, knowing you lot), but Hugh’s way too polite, which is probably why he can buy and sell me like a used Yugo.
So what would you like to know? Whose shirts he wears? Whether he’s jealous he didn’t write JET? What his favorite color is? What’s next in his career? Ask away. No guarantees he’ll answer, but this is your best shot.
In the meantime, clock’s ticking down on my first co-authored novel with Clive Cussler, The Eye Of Heaven, going live on Tuesday. And I’m busy writing away with him on the next installment, so the first one can’t be too terrible. Don’t be a cheapskate – spring the bucks to buy it and find out.
Because, as we all know, the bar tabs don’t pay themselves…
See y’all on Thursday.
I look forward to the high-pitched screaming. Sounds like a fun event!
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I’d like to know what Hugh’s diet/workout routine is. I’ve been busting my butt exercising and I’m not getting those kinds of results. Please tell me it’s not “eliminate chocolate.”
As for you, I know better than to ask you squat. I will just keep buying your books/helping with your bar tab. π
Hello Blake,
Blake and Howey walked into a bar.
The bartender turned to Howie and asked, “Why the long face?”
Blake and Howey walked into a bar…
You need to confront Howey and force him to admit the truth: He is the long-lost son of Howard Hughes, the billionaire. His alias is such a weak disguise. I mean change the first name of Howard to the common nickname of Howie and then switch the first and last name. Pitiful attempt to hide the truth.
He didn’t really make his fortune selling books; it came from daddy. You gotta trip him up Blake. Try using catch phrases with him, like Spruce Goose.
Well there was that one night in Nebraska or was it Texas. Oh wait, I don’t recall a Russell in my past. π
Nope no questions from me.