You’re absolutely right. I can hardly believe it has been a whole year since we began our correspondence. Have we really sent 52 letters back and forth every week for an entire year? It doesn’t even seem possible. Not that I doubted you or your maths skills, but I had to take a look for myself.
As I was going through the drawer in the kasbah where you keep them, I not only confirmed there were 52 letters, but I also discovered a common thread in our missives – that of dispensing advice to one another. Over the past year, we just loved giving each other a bit of encouragement and direction and we did it often. You, for example, liked to give me career advice, such as when you sent me three potential movie script ideas in which I would need to use an American accent. Dare I ask if you’ve finished any of these scripts, like Top Grease – The Musical? Not that I need to take on any more jobs at the moment, but if you had written one to completion, I hope I’ll be the first to receive a copy.
When the support was flowing from me to you, I offered you encouragement on your writing. I also suggested you should dance whenever life was getting you down. Dancing, as we both know, is a great solution for just about anything. Good thing you’re installing those disco balls in the kasbah and the writing cave.
Speaking of the writing cave, looking for it and you giving me clues that weren’t actually clues was another thing we discussed in our letters to each other. Obviously. I don’t think we need to discuss how after a year of searching I’m really not any closer to finding it. As you like to say, let’s just leave it at that.
Another topic you loved to write about was your delight in donning your disguises in order to throw me off the trail to the cave or to just mess with me, both of which happened quite often. Then there’s the adventures on which you sent me, like heading out on a lake in a canoe to go weequashing with Prickly Pete, embarking on a mysterious underground adventure in New Orleans, and going to the cinema in a padded suit and then getting rescued by Cat Woman when I couldn’t extricate myself from the seat. My sense of adventure certainly served me well this past year.
And then there’s the pièce de résistance, your latest gift to me on this one year letterversary:
After a quick skip across the pond in a plane
Your journey will continue by car, plane, or train
Go over the mountains and through the wood
Heading towards the setting sun ’til you’ve gone as far as you could
And then hang a right to the valley of rain.
Clearly, you’ve not lost your cheeky sense of humour. Nor is there a shortage of clues that really aren’t clues to the writing cave’s whereabouts. Nope, no shortage there.
One thing we’re both short on these days is time. I’ve noticed you’ve become increasingly busy as of late, especially as you approach The End of your manuscript. I’ve also been incredibly busy, going from job to job with hardly a moment’s pause in between to breathe. I think you’re wise to suggest we scale back on the frequency of our letters for now and write to each other whenever the mood strikes. A random schedule will suit us both well. We can be more spontaneous this way.
Also, it leaves more time for impromptu (naked) dance parties, practising our accents, perfecting your disguises, searching for the writing cave, and going on adventures.
You know, the important things.
*Editor’s note: The views, ideas, and opinions expressed in the Letters from Benedict series are works of fiction and did not come from the actor himself. Obviously. This series is just my ridiculous way of expressing adoration for Mr. Cumberbatch and his work and is not intended to be taken or read as a true collaborative writing endeavor with him.