Getting all murder-y with Beaird Glover the Wednesday.

Hello there. You’re just in time to play mumbly-peg with our author of the day. I’m going to stand over here… actually, all the way over there while you draw your switchblades.


cheers with grappa


Beaird Glover grew up feral on the mean streets of Obion, Tennessee. Switchblade mumbly-peg was his sport. Raising Hell the only religion he ever knew. He’s very reclusive now, and still haunted by his younger days. It is only through his writing that Glover interacts with others. The close and savvy reader will divine his ghosts and cheer his deliverance as revealed in the pages of Unconscious Knowledge—from the tumble-down shack where he made his first home and the inferno it became, to life on the lam and finding happiness. And love. And the will to keep on trucking.


Take the Author Challenge: Answer 10 Questions in 10 Words


  1. You lucky duck! You get to spend a day with one of your characters. Who is it and what do you do?
    These people are psychopathic maniacs. I wouldn’t last five minutes.
  2. What was your favorite (graded or not) class you ever took ?
    One time the instructor asked us to hold our breath underwater and swim as far as we could. Everyone else made it about half way to the other end, or less. I swam 3 lengths of the pool before coming up.
  1. List ten unique things on or around your writing space.
    cat toys
    a pot with two aloe vera plants
    an empty flower pot that cats sleep in
    more than a year of National Geographic, all of them unopened
    10(!) stickers from the Sierra Club with bees on them
    a very tempting orange
    a green rose from Irish Channel parade
    Mini-Mental State Examination  (MMSE)
    A quote on typing paper from the Pulp Fiction screenplay. THE WOLF: If I’m curt with you it’s because time is a factor. I think fast, I talk fast, and I need you guys to act fast, if you wanna get out of this. So, pretty please…with sugar on top. Clean the fucking car.
  1. I’m sending you on vacation—alone. Where will you go, what will you do?
    I have adventures just riding my bike around New Orleans.
  2. Your book is going to be a movie. Hooray. You get to cast the lead characters. Go!
    The cops: Samuel Jackson and Nicolas Cage. Homicidal lovers Jennifer Lawrence and Taylor Lautner
  3. An author in your genre is too sick to write anymore. Their publisher calls upon you to fill in. Who’s the author and what’s the title of the book you’ll write?
    Carl Hiaasen—I think I could take over on one of his books and be just as funny, but also darker and the murders would be more murdery.
  1. A famous NYC deli is naming a sandwich after you, what is it called and what’s in it?
    It’s got Tito’s Vodka sandwiched between ice and orange juice. They can call it, the um—sorry, I got nothing. But one of my great claims to fame is that I know Tito—when he was perfecting his distilling technique, I was on the original taste-test committee.
  1. Tell us the last ten songs you listened to.

    Scissor Sisters—Take Your Mama
    AC/DC—For Those About to Rock 
    Scissor Sisters—Comfortably Numb 
    Ozzy listening to lost Randy Rhoads solo
    Ozzy with Randy Rhoads—Crazy Train “Maybe it’s not too late…to learn how to love, and forget how to hate.”   —extra credit to Ozzy for those first 10 words!
    Fats Domino—I’m Gonna Be a Wheel Someday 
    Grateful Dead—Box of Rain 
    Gourds—Clear Night 
    Gourds—Web Before You Walk Into It 
  1. Let’s talk pets. What do you have? What do you want? What died?
    As tormented shadows rose, Mottle Cat said, “I could eat.”
  1. Go to your current WIP. Turn to page 10. Write the ten words that appear on line 10.
    I knew Thurston regulated the drip, could not prove it.



Thanks for playing, Beaird. I’m so impressed that you know Tito, I’ll let you slide for not providing us with a sandwich. Tell him I am a huge fan of his Adult Juice and I prefer mine with lemon and club soda. If not Redbull. 🙂 By the way, I’m still trying to get mind around Poopourri and an empty flowerpot on your desk. There’s a story there, I’m sure.


 Connect with the author on Twitter: @beairdglover

Be sure to pick up a copy of his new book, 

 UNCONSCIOUS KNOWLEDGEunconscious knowledge 1a

                                                                           Syd and Marcy don’t feel guilty, doing what they do, because bad people should die—that’s just unconscious knowledge.




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