A buddy of mine lives in Los Angeles where he writes screenplays for a living. I was g-chatting with him recently, and he mentioned that we should work together on an animated series idea to pitch.
Absolutely, I thought. This sounds like exactly the kind of thing I’m into. So I committed myself to coming up with the best idea possible, and I focused every ounce of brainpower I had at my command. I thought in a dark room, and I thought in a bright room. I thought at the kitchen table, and I thought in the shower. I thought as I walked, as I drove, and during the course of my pondering, it hit me. The perfect idea.
It’s really just a series of scenes. Imagine if you will:
An empty bench in the park. A bird flies by, perching for a moment on the bench. It’s a quiet, breezy day. Then someone walks by, casually, enjoying a stroll through the park. Suddenly the person’s neck slits open and blood gushes everywhere. The person falls, thrashing about. But we never see who the killer is.
I mean, imagine the possibilities. They’re endless. An escalator, some folks are going up, some are coming down. All of a sudden, both sides start falling and screaming as blood erupts upward and falls back like rain. And still, we never see the killer. Because Ninja.
Anyway, I sent the idea to my buddy, and he hasn’t responded yet, but I’m not sweating it. Clearly, this idea is money in the bank.