Someone in a writing class I took recently told me I was obsessed with Jeff Dahmer. This is a bit of an exaggeration. I find him interesting, though. He's so very unusual. Even for someone who commits murder for his own personal satisfaction, as a hobby, he is unusual, and people like that are already pretty unusual. Also my novel is about vampires, and the connection there is obvious. But beyond that we all know what it's like to yearn and yearn and not be satisfied -- that's why we all root for Wile E. Coyote. I'm not saying I identify with Jeff, and I certainly don't want anyone going around saying I'm a fan, the way people on my college campus used to wear those "Ed Gein Fan Club" T-shirts -- I never, not even when I was at my most depressed, approved of that or thought it was OK. But the thought of acquiring the object of desire and possessing it utterly and becoming one with it to the point of literally consuming it -- the thought of doing all that and having it still not be enough is horrifying in a way I can understand.
Incidentally, I had to draw Jeff from memory. All that obsessing I did in college was unhealthy, but it came in handy here.