I keep worrying myself, what do my Uncles think of me doing this? I know for a fact they don't go around sharing this bit of information with their friends or even their kids, yet here I am marketing my novel and targeting an audience because of people's morbid curiosity for a true story.
I know for a fact though, my late mother would be my biggest cheerleader on this. She did after all tell me the story when I was too young to have known it! (in my opinion)
But I'm feeling guilty. Sometimes.
Mostly because I fear I come off insensitive. Though that is far from my intentions. In all honesty, I've known this story all my life and have seen my mom share it so openly that I'm simply desensitized to it after all this time. To the point even, that I enjoy getting a reaction from people because I don't react to it. So I relish in their shock because the truth is, it is a pretty fucking shocking story!
I get caught up with the whole hype of I'm-writing-a-book, that it's kind of sad how detached from the family tragedy I've become. But I want everyone to know- I don't think it's cool one bit, my grandfather murdered my grandmother. I'm just realistic enough to know the story makes for some alluring entertainment.
So yeah, killing Isn't cool. And just because I was fond of my grandfather, doesn't mean I would ever agree with what he did. I just accept it because it is what it is and it was way before my time. Nothing I could've done, could do, and I don't know what I missed out on with my grandmother because I never experienced her. (I guess maybe that's why I'm giving her another life through my book... one where I can know her, though I don't. (Hope I make sense)
Anyhow, I thought I'd try my hand in blogging. Hope you got to gain some perspective in my obviously warped mind.
Feel free to ask away. I'm an open book. Heh heh... pun intended :)