Sam Heughan: Scottish BAFTA Interview Recap (1/?)
LOVE it! So Jamie!
Working the WIP. I’m totally digging this romance gig. The closet romantic in me is dancing. Her Scottish Exile is almost done.
"Tell me, Tobias, how did all of this—" Declan gestured around him to indicate not just the cottage they were in, but the great outdoors as well. "—come to be? Do you never wonder?"
"No," Toby answered, staring into his mug again. "I don’t wonder. It just did. Millions of years of evolution, single celled microorganisms coming up from the sludge of being another ingredient in the primordial soup, growing into birds and cattle and God knows what else." He heard the deafening silence and his jaw clamped shut with an audible click, realizing that he was talking of things that wouldn’t be debated for hundreds of years. I sound like total lunatic and why not. Darwin doesn’t exist yet and evolution isn’t even a concept. Nice job, Toby; prove you’re nuttier than a fruitcake and see if they don’t serve you up as the next Wicker Man. "No," he finished lamely, "I don’t."
“So? Spill it. Tell me this story.”
Toby took a sip of his coffee and began, “Well, it’s all about a man who finally found himself. He was an empty man, although he didn’t know it yet. It all began in 1991, when he was sent to Saudi for what became Desert Storm….”