A few weeks ago, I was discussing the Dreams & Reality books with a dart player. Someone else had told them about my books and they were telling me about the encounter because he got to say “Hey, I know her personally.” As the other person talked, he realized she was talking about my serial killer books. When he saw me in person, he had to ask: “You seem like such a nice, well-adjusted person and she was telling me how in one book you had someone eating kids. Where did that come from?”
I would never consider myself nice or well-adjusted, but other people think I am and I refuse to argue semantics over whether I’m either nice or well-adjusted. However, I will say that I think there’s a little darkness in all of us.
We all have that person or persons that we would rather set on fire than talk to, but we don’t, because that would be wrong. Not to mention setting someone of fire for saying hello or asking how you are is just rude. But those people still exist in our lives, all of our lives. However, most of us don’t consciously think about what we could do to them, because that isn’t how normal people think (one could argue that normal people do in fact have these explorative thoughts, they just don’t vocalize or act upon them).
As a writer, I do explore these very thoughts. I even vocalize them, in the form of the written word. I don’t fantasize about killing everyone that irritates me, that would be an exhaustive use of time and I’d never get any book written. But I do think about it. I like to play the “What if” game. I have been known to look at my friends and go “if they were a serial killer, how would they go about it?” Which is where most of my serial killers come from.
For example, my best friend would be quick, but brutal. I could see her hacking off people’s heads, executioner style. She would disagree, but I think it would suit her. My SO would stab people if he was a serial killer. He’s pretty good at repressing emotions, so stabbing let’s him get the frustration out. My mother would be creative, she’s just that kind of person, she’d slip nitroglycerin pills and Viagra to her victims. It would be slow and painful, but not bloody because she doesn’t do well with blood. My father is even worse with blood and gore than my mother (at least my mom watches zombie movies) and he is afraid of needles… so I think my father would have to hire someone to do the job for him… which means he technically wouldn’t be a serial killer.
I have never figured out how I would do it. I’ve thought about it a lot and never come up with an answer. One day, I will.