@SteveHuff is it weird that people associate you with strange or mysterious crimes
— Amanda Mull (@amandamull) July 8, 2015
I’ve been thinking about that question today. My answer last night was that it was less weird than it used to be, but still strange.
And it is strange, but I realized today that I no longer feel so bad about that.
I started to write something much longer here about me and true crime but realized I’d just be repeating myself. So…
A while back my friend Quinn told me she was sure I’d get back to covering true crime stories in some form. I didn’t argue but I felt a little skeptical. Turns out she’d observed something I’d only been half aware of: my interest in the subject was as strong as ever. Only my desire to really dig into stories I found unusually interesting waned.
Additionally, I’ve gotten over my wariness regarding the label “true crime writer”–or in my case, blogger. I know I’m just a writer, full stop, but I no longer feel the need to try and correct anyone who wants to pigeonhole me with terminology.
I just want to write about shit I find interesting. Especially if I figure out I might have something to add to the subject, even if all I add is my own weird perspective.
That’s what I’m doing by going from maybe a post a month on this blog to, what, three in one day? I’m shaking off a bunch of old crap. Finding whatever my groove may be now.
Let’s see where this goes.
It might get dark.
Hope you’re cool with that.