I came up with this awesome story idea once. In a somewhat futuristic setting, people could have a timer implanted into their wrist, which would count down the time until they met their soulmate; my protagonist would get this implant, only to realize the timer was already set to zero, meaning he had already met his soulmate and now had to find her again. Totally new and unheard of, right?
As it turns out, I was wrong.
Browsing through Netflix one day, I came across a movie called TiMER. The plot summary reads,
In this comedic fantasy, science has facilitated the search for a soul mate via biotechnological implants that count down to the moment one is supposed to meet his or her match. But Oona (Emma Caulfield) is worried: She’s nearly 30, and her TiMER isn’t ticking yet. Will her dream guy get snatched up by someone else?”
You can’t even begin to imagine how disappointed I was.
When this happened, all I could think was, do I keep writing? Do I stop now that I know this is unoriginal? I ended up stopping, just because the similarities were far too close and I thought continuing would be pointless. It’s made me more wary now; what if I write something, dedicate all of my time to it, only to realize it’s a copy of something else? I think this fear has ultimately stopped me from penning a single word since.
I need to change that. I need to get back into writing again. I do.