Anyone that knows me, knows I have an obsession with the darker side of the human mind. The part that allows humans to commit heinous acts against one another. I am a total True Crime junkie, a complete and utter addict. I seek out the best, most well-researched podcasts (True Crime Junkie, RedHanded & Morbid), read books, and devoured YouTube video after YouTube video, documentary (I’m looking at you Bailey Sarian & Stephanie Harlowe). I’m just about to start reading I’ll Be Gone in the Dark and I have a list as long as my arm of true crime books I’m dying to read.
So I have started to formulate my crime novel, create my investigators and my victim, her parents, and her life. Next is my killer. This feels like the biggest task of the bunch. Creating someone who can hide in plain sight and move in the darkness to commit acts that are unspeakable without a soul
realisingthat they are responsible.
They are the type who people will say “Oh… but they were so nice, you’d never have known. They were always so friendly and once lent me a cup of sugar when I needed it”. The ones who shock and surprise the nation because they
realisethat monsters don’t look any different to anyone else.
Creating a backstory, detailing their earlier crimes, and what, perhaps, drove them to commit the crimes they do? To give them whole personhood, a life, a job, a significant other.
It’s been fun, I have to admit, dipping my toe into that side of things. Planning out the ruthlessness of their murderous mind and how it befalls our dreadfully unlucky victim
This must be the best part of writing a crime novel, at least, I think it is. Getting to play with the darker side of what makes us human really makes me think about just what each individual must be capable of.