Tales of Terror

Great to meet up with Belinda Bauer (Blacklands) and Christopher Fowler (The Bryant and May series) last night at The Serial Killers Panel at Radlett Library as part of Hertfordshire Libraries Literary Festival. Not forgetting, of course, She-Who-Must-Be-Obeyed, who also turns out to be She-Who-Is-A-Refreshingly-Good-Moderator (editor Sarah) and half the publicity department from Transworld. We didn't attract the crowds that mobbed Lee Child the previous week, but we were up against the UK's first ever televised political debate.

Burglar

We got to talking about real-life crime, whether we'd ever been the victims of it, or indeed committed it, and how it might have affected our writing. By a strange coincidence, Belinda and I had both experienced intruders breaking into our family homes when we were teenagers. She distinctly remembers hearing the phone line being cut as her mother was trying to summon the police. She describes climbing out of the window, with her mother, to get in the car and drive to the police station as the longest few minutes of her life.

Come my turn, I decide to gloss over the time I stole a dinghy in Newton Ferrers and instead chill the audience with my own tale of terror.  At age seventeen, I'm woken by the sound of my bedroom door handle being turned. Assuming it to be my mother, I ignore it. I drift off again, only to feel something under the bedclothes touching me. It's the cat, I think. I reach down to push her out and take hold of another human hand.

I turn to see a dark, masked man standing over me. I do the only thing possible. Scream the bloody house down.

Maybe it isn't coincidence that both Belinda and I have such stories. Maybe you have to experience real-life terror for yourself to be able to inspire it in others. Christopher, on the other hand, told the story of getting to work one day following a burglary and finding the office full of pigeons. They'd come in through the broken skylight and couldn't get out again. He spent the morning trying to explain to Apple why the computers were covered in pigeon sxxx.

Christopher's most enduring memory of crime could explain why his crime novels are a little bit wackier than the norm.

It strikes me that people attend these events because they are curious to find out what makes a crime writer tick. What inspires us to write the way we do. And I can't help but wonder whether, by talking to each other, by comparing notes and sharing stories, we who write are going someway towards answering the same questions for ourselves.

Margaret from Wigan, and friend Richard, it was lovely to see you there. Believe me, we are truly and deeply flattered by the lengths people like you go to, to meet us and buy our books. Thank you.

By the way, if this is being read by any current (or former) members of the law enforcement agencies, I put the dinghy back!

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