Sherlock Holmes Consulting Detective and Award winning Children's author lay on the sofa deep in thought.
The newest book in his series was locked in his mind palace all ready for publishing but for one problem. He simply could not decide what to call the Doctor in his books. For three adventures he had strung his readers along with no proper name to call his beloved Doctor character.
And now they were beginning to get antsy, demanding to know more about the caring physician that had cured stomach aches, befriended dragons and discovered priceless treasure.
Over the past few months his loyal readers had sent him hundreds of wonderful ideas for names, each of them appallingly sentimental and cute but none of them quite right for his Doctor.
Sherlock exhaled and pressed the tips of his fingers together.
The whole thing was maddening, and it was all his fault. If only he hadn't taking that case in that publishing house six months before John and he had met. If only he hadn't been stuck proof reading pages and pages of drivel about singing pixies and blogging dogs, and if only he hadn't decided to write something better.
Sherlock sighed. It was hardly his fault that his books were pure genius, sparking imagination and curiosity in children's minds everywhere.
Even so he should have known better than to include John in his books in the first place. At this rate they were in danger of becoming far too autobiographical and worse far too sentimental for his liking.
Why just the other day, the artist that drew the artwork had told him how much she loved how his books taught children about the importance of companionship and love. If Abby clueless but gifted could see the devotion between Curlylock and his Doctor then Sherlock was surely screwed.
At least John knew nothing of his books, or even more importantly his feelings.
Okay so we loved hearing all your ideas for names.
Which only made it harder to decide what to call Curlylock's pal...
Thank you all! 3