I don't let myself get carried away by my own ideas - I abandon 19 out of 20 of them every day. -- Gustav Mahler
For the longest time, I was tossing around an idea for a series of paranormal stories. The concept seemed really cool. A young lady who could see and communicate with the dead. Ghosts that remained in this world due to unfinished business, crossing to the other side when things were set right. Bad guys from the spiritual plane wreaking havoc and terror on the physical. There was more to it, of course, but that was the idea in a nutshell.
Then my wife talked me into getting Netflix, and for kicks and grins we started watching Ghost Whisperer.
Boy, talk about an eye-opener.
A young lady who can see and communicate with the dead. Ghosts that remain in the world due to unfinished business, crossing to the other side when things are set right. Bad guys from the spiritual plane wreaking havoc and terror on the physical.
Frickin' frackin' . . .
Granted, my version gave out far less of the chick flick vibe and had a far darker undertone; the characters were different and the setting was Wisconsin -- but still. If I had continued with my big idea, editors would have nodded and said, "Uh-huh. This guy is a Ghost Whisperer junkie."
Nose dive into the slush pile. (Do they even have slush piles anymore in the new dawn of the electronic era?)
Mind you, this doesn't mean I'm scrapping the idea altogether. I just need to find a unique angle to it, something people will notice far sooner than the subtle Jennifer Love Hewitt echoes. I just have to rethink, revamp, and redo.
Still, it's frustrating. The fact that they made a pretty successful TV series out of the idea tells me I'm onto something.
We'll see what happens.