I did. I came up with many, many ideas for my short film, starting months and months ago. Even wrote a couple of scripts. But no premise felt right. Until this one:
What happens to an imaginary friend when the kid who created him dies?
It's dark but sweet. It's sad and weird. It's Where the Wild Things Are meets Wes Anderson.
The script is title-less but finished, and I am now in the process of finding interested production partners. I want to do this one right, and in doing so I'm most likely sacrificing the ability to complete this challenge by the time I turn thirty. Sure, I could go out and shoot it myself on my Canon, but if my name is going on it, it needs to be polished. And polished takes time, favors, and luck.
Also, no stealies. I'll know.