I just don't understand it. I get nary an invitation to come to "readings" or "signings" or "panels" or "conferences" or any of that writerly whatnot, yet Steve Hockensmith seems to be at one or the other most every day. Maybe it's because Hockensmith's got so many folks laboring under the misapprehension that I'm fictional.
Well, there's one sure way to fix that. Santa Claus, Aladdin or Alice in Wonderland couldn't do much in the way of butt-kicking, being nonexistent and all. But flesh and blood like myself can surely make a boot-toe felt.
Look for Steve Hockensmith at the events below, and maybe you'll be lucky enough to be there the day I show up and prove I'm real -- by giving Hockensmith a very real pain in the backside.
Otto "Big Red" Amlingmeyer
January 29, 1893
