Why do I love playing Gail Peck so much? Gail is an acquired taste. She's the brussel sprout of all the characters. You either spit her out and declare war or you sit down and force yourself to like her even if she makes you want to barf.
The truth is I'm not sure I know who Peck is yet. In many ways all five of us are only just discovering who our characters really are. What we do know is that out of all of the rookies, she's the most far removed. Not part of the pack by any means. She will reject you before you even have a chance to pass judgment on her. Gail is dark, weird, socially awkward, flawed and I LOVE her. I admire Ms. Peck's nonconformist attitude and sometimes have hints of it in my own personality.
Do you know how many times I've been asked to incubate myself in a Mystic tan coffin? It's a fight not to cave and be molded into a Barbie that is fresh from the factory assembly line. As I write this blog I'm illegally parked. Thank you curmudgeonly pedestrian for reminding me. Oppressors!! I'm an odd sausage and, like Gail, I pride myself on eccentricities.
As far as the Rookie Blue fans go, I haven't had any experiences in the flesh since I'm an agoraphobic hermit crab who never leaves her house. My only interaction has been through Twitter and snail mail, but RB fanatics warm my charcoal black heart.
My summer has been quite low key. I've been filming The Kennedys, having dates on Skype with my fellow rookies and catching up on lots of reading. I just finished a heartbreaking book by James Levine called The Blue Notebook. Not for the faint of heart, but it's really stunning. Also a must read is Andrea Seigel's Like the Red Panda. My brain has turned to mush and I can't stop thinking about it.
Dearest of Rookie Blue fans, what can we look forward to the weeks ahead? Some good old-fashioned spit swapping, stab wounds, escaped convicts, home births and a naked guy found in a flower bed... Sounds like a regular Thursday night at 9 if you ask me.