This has been brewing all all weekend - I've sat down a few times and written a couple of lines only to abandon the blog for something else. (writing, reading, making dinner, drinking really really good red wine... pretty much anything really - but don't feel bad, it's not you - it's me.)
I did manage to stop by Tom Schreck's blog earlier today and discovered he was talking about Steve McQueen... now Steve was all kinds of cool. I loved Steve McQueen - had posters and everything.
So anyway Tom was talking about The Great Escape - which just so happens to be one of my favorite movies of all time.
Which got me to thinking about a scene in terrorbyte - and how while I was writing it Ellie fell into something that she likened to a scene from Stalag 17. I preferred The Great Escape but she insisted on William Holden and Stalag 17 - guess she knew what she was doing. After all, it's her story. (But I would've gone with The Great Escape or even good old Hogan's Heroes.)
[Recent times cool for me is Patrick Swayze and Sam Elliot in Road House. I love that movie!]
Then, my mind wandered to what I'm working on now - and a new character I rather like, who himself is all kinds of cool. So I thought about that for a bit ... and started to wonder where my interpretation of cool comes from.
Obviously I've had it a long time. It grew with me.
I was one of those girls that never really liked girly books, and I wasn't too fond of dolls really. I had an Action Man and a GI Joe. (Guess that says something right there huh?). Of course I had baby dolls and so forth as a small child and I liked them just fine - and books about girls and horses and such.
But the thrills came from Commando comics.
I never really read superman or those type comics - just the war ones, Commando and Battle. Commando being my preferred comic. Had to work quite hard to convince my brother they were the ones he wanted...so I could get my mitts on them. If I wasn't reading (boys books as well as comics) I was watching old war movies. Or running around in the bush with a pearl handled pocket knife in my pocket, making bow and arrows. (Cos that's how it was when I was a kid)
But really - I think my version of cool - comes from my father and my grandfather. Very cool men indeed. It's what I grew up with. Men who took charge, stood their ground, who could be relied upon in a crisis, made smart choices, could fix anything, and do it all with a wry grin.
Yup, I think that's where it comes from.
Who epitomizes cool for you?
Now to go make Rice Bubble cakes for the Boy Wonder's girlfriend. :-) Cos he just sent a text asking if I would... :-)
Wanna know a secret? The Boy Wonder - is all kinds of cool too.