Underachievement is like a plague nowadays. Many of the people I admire and respect are thirty-somethings who live with their parents and have no jobs. They spend most of their day watching movies in their computer screen, reading comics and discussing pop culture on the internet. People like these have a lot to offer, but could never direct their potential towards something that would give them a prestigious position in society. They could have been so much, but that, for lack of money, social skills or plain bad luck haven't got a chance of becoming 'someone'.

So why not write a book about them? Why not tell a story from the point of view of someone who had a lot of potential, but wasted it with too much TV and junkie food? That was the genesis of Jerry Bellamy, a grocery store bagger who knows everything about his favourite TV show 'The Baker Street Sleuth', but leads an empty and lonely life, and would do anything to have the chance of being somebody. And if that chance comes in the shape of chasing a serial killer, that only makes things more interesting. Killing Dr. Watson is, at the same time, a satire and an homage to nerds and geeks everywhere, specially those who are crazy about criminal TV series. And also about what happens when we don't want to see the difference between what our life could be and what it actually is.