No, I’m not going to drunkenly read my book, Man of War, at Los Angeles pubs. It means that today’s the day it’s published!
Step One: Grow a hideously itchy beard.
Step Two: Pay your two-dollar entry fee to the Brooksville Raid, Florida’s largest Civil War reenactment.
Step Three: Dress in over-sized itchy woolen fatigues, a pair of old Campers and borrow a Kepi from a kind Yank. Take your position next to a rather corpulent infantrywoman who, like you, is new to the reenacting hobby. (And who, from this time forward, shall be known as Roseanne Barr.)
Step Four: Blithely go about volleying blanks with your fellow soldiers while Roseanne Barr mistakenly loads three packets of gunpowder down the barrel of her replica 1862 Enfield musket.
Step Five: On the “F” in “Fire!” pull the trigger of your musket, then as the crack of Roseanne Barr’s makeshift “cannon” knocks you and your fellow reenactors ten feet sideways, bend over, grab your ear and scream an expletive.
Step Six: Play dead and later shoot a video in which you narrate your demise (below at 1:15).
Coming this weekend, the 32nd annual Brooksville Raid, Florida’s largest Civil War reenactment.