Dear Steven Moffat and Mark Gatiss,
I was really great when you were approachable on social media. I have never experienced that before, being a fan of something and being so close to its creators. For a little while, we were close enough to actually be able to say something to you directly (only ever really stupid things, because what else is there to say, really. OMG I LOVE SHERLOCK IT’S AMAZING OMG DOCTOR WHO WHAT IS AIR can only be said so many times, and some of us pretend to be adults with some degree of dignity on occasion, so. But still.) We could say something directly to you, and we did. That was…well. It was strange, and great. Really great.
I found it very weird at first, I must say, seeing you so close, knowing you could see us too. I’m used to fandoms being ignored as the lunatic wing. I’m used to thinking that no creator in their right mind would bother with us; we’re the ones who like to turn everything upside down, the ones with the art and writing and vidding, doing things that are dubiously legal (and dubiously tasteful, in all honesty) out of sheer love and desire to participate in this amazing thing in some small way. I expected to be ignored, but you didn’t ignore us. You embraced us. I wasn’t sure what to do with that at first. It was a bit embarrassing. (Like unexpected company: is everything tidy? Did we leave a mess somewhere? Oh dear, what kind of impression can we possibly be making?) but there you were, watching us, finding us a little bit interesting and funny and odd. That was alright, as it turned out. It was good.
I’m sure there’s more going on here than I’m aware of. It’s really hard not to feel guilty about whatever made you leave. What could we have done to prevent whatever it was? (Was it something we said? Surely it was.) Do we always have to destroy the things we love best? I wish we didn’t. Because it was nice to be able to talk to you. That was really terrific.
Whatever it was, I wish it hadn’t happened, because it was nice having you around. But I guess all things end, good and bad.
But, speaking just for myself, I’ll miss having you around and peering in at our cluttered place here with the stain on the carpet. And if there was something I could have done to prevent you leaving, I’m sorry that I didn’t do it. Thank you for being here, at least for a little while. It was wonderful. I for one won’t forget that.
Very sincerely your fan,