(canon: Enola Holmes)

[perditorian]

I cannot say that it is good to see you return, as we have not been acquainted enough for such a sentiment. But it is good to be free from the confines of your head, where I have been running myself practically dry with boredom. I have learned, from the limited research of myself being the only perditorian around, that a perditorian must always keep herself active, a duty that you, I assume, as my writer, must relieve.

I expect you to go forward with this intention.

(To be more concise: find me something to find.)

Comments

[nonononono]

U-Uh... [words, Sam. use them] ...good luck with your endeavor. They tend to lose interest when you want or pick it up when you really, really don't want.

[perditorian]

I've heard rumour of writers' fickleness. I cannot vouch for my writer, but things surely can't get worse.

[defenestrations]

Careful what you wish for. Their ideas of something to occupy you both often diverge, quite widely, from your own.

[perditorian]

Certain activity might be inconvenient, but all forms of inactivity are despised, at least by me. I'm afraid it can only go up from here as far as I am concerned.

[defenestrations]

Mm. It's true that inactivity is a dreadful state, one not worth bearing. But I do prefer my activity to suit my intellect and talents. I don't want just any pursuit; the mundane ones are over far too easy.

[perditorian]

I am too desperate to quibble about preferences. I would happily locate someone's pince-nez with all satisfaction in my work.

Not desperate enough to take to the needle, but quite desperate.

[defenestrations]

I've never bothered with anything I found beneath my attention. But I perhaps have not been so desperate.

[perditorian]

I cannot say that anything is beneath my attention. From my experience, such sentiment has a habit of driving away would-be employers, and I am not in the habit of throwing away money.

[defenestrations]

I cannot deny you your pragmatism, even if I don't share it.