…just the two of us against the rest of the world.
Oh, there’s one more thing I want to mention. About a month ago, in a fit of pique, I went out and bought an Android smartphone. It has texting capabilities, obviously. I sent my first text ever after years of roleplaying BBC Sherlock Holmes. It was pretty weird.
Now I just want an Android version of Sherlock: The Network to come out.
don’t get involved.
Breaking my self-imposed exile to say—holy fuck, why wasn’t I informed of this sooner? I just bought a copy of this. I need the physical proof, and I am weak.
(Taken without permission from her_nerdiness on Twitter, as seen in the book One Fixed Point in a Changing Age: A New Generation on Sherlock Holmes.)
Is Sigerson Letters ever going to update, or should I abandon hope? I'm just asking because I don't want to keep checking it every few days if you've given up on it.–Anonymous
I’m sorry. I haven’t given up on it, but you’ll have to ask my co-writer about that. I have no control over whether or not she wants to do something with me. For what it’s worth, I did complete my part of the next chapter a while ago.
But, for everyone else who has been asking, I’m not dead. I’m not okay, but I’m not dead. I don’t know if I’ll post again. So, while I’m here, I’ll say that I’m extremely grateful for those videos a bunch of you made saying hello to me and FYSS from the Sherlock convention. I’m grateful in general for the messages, concerned or admonishing or otherwise, that I’ve received in the last few months. I hope you don’t forget me, whether or not I deserve to be forgotten.
Take care of yourselves. I’ll see you when I see you.
Sherlock’s knowledge ➙ Perfume
So any text posts coming up in the near furure? :)–Anonymous
Hello, anon. Unfortunately, I don’t have an ETA for you. I realize we’re paused in a rather awkward spot, narrative-wise, but you should just imagine that time is frozen for both Texts and FYSS (hence the lack of updates from him as well). In between narrative kinks and Chelsea’s x-treme junior year of college, we don’t have hours and hours of time to do things right now. But it’ll come.
Had the misfortune to be listening to Daniel Knox's Lovescene while reading the latest of texts and am now in floods of tears. You write unrequited love and the complexities of Sherlock's psyche so damn well, and you're so good at creating these... tidal waves of emotion that hit you suddenly and ferociously from something as simple but clever in a change of narrative pov. I am constantly and consistently in awe of your grasp on writing and on sherlock and well, everything, really.–cloudscaper
I’ve been holding onto that draft of an ask for ages but have been too shy and dumb to send it, but even if it’s stuff I’m certain you’ve already heard a lot, it’s just something I’ve been in awe of for a long time. Tbqh I would read anything you’ve written over most published/successful authors/writers and im gushing now so I’ll stop pffffft. Just. Idk. Your writing and Chel’s writing is so important to me, and I’m so so lucky to have experienced it!
Believe me, your comment is very important to me. Thank you for sending it, and for taking the time to read what we’ve written. Our readership is the best.
What a very special time for me.
s4 headcanon: chelsea and seth are hired to write john/irene and sherlock. everything is perfect–Anonymous
*pulls off face to reveal STEVEN MOFFAT’S FACE*
Yes, you caught us. It’s true, we’ve been saving the quality plots for the internet and test-driving them on you. Now that we know they sell, we will work them into series 4. Johnlock is canon. Peace out.
Sorry for the silence. I am busy experiencing a second bout of soul-crushing disappointment over a piece of fiction.
Irene goes to visit Sherlock in the hospital, disguised—she tucks up her hair into this red wig with bangs that’s realistic enough but doesn’t suit her face as well as her actual hair. Sherlock is still high on morphine, so all he can talk about is how terrible the wig is.
When she says, icily, “Yes, I missed you too,” he shuts up right quick.