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What were you doing when Hugh Howey wrote Wool? What were you doing on 1st<\/sup> June 2011 when he published the first three chapters on his blog (http:\/\/www.hughhowey.com\/wool\/<\/a>)? He was working hard to make his dreams come true. Did you do the same?<\/p>\n I know I was reading, writing, and enjoying good wine. After reading those three chapters from Wool, my love for the story was mixed with the frightening perceived difference in quality between Hugh’s writing and my feeble attempts to a short story.<\/p>\n