So, I have an idea…

For many years now, I’ve played with the idea of being a writer.  Oh, the things I’d discuss, if I only had the time — well, at least that is my argument.  I actually keep a list of things I’d like to write about one day, but I think I’ve finally come to the bitter conclusion that it’s highly unlikely I’ll ever put fingers to keyboard in any meaningful way.  From what I gather, people who write stories that people want to read are driven to write.  They do it morning, noon and night; dedicated writers are those people who actually approach it as a job and hone their craft.

Honestly, I think I’m just too lazy for that.  I’ve rarely written more than a first draft of anything. And I can’t bear the thought of actually writing, editing, writing, editing… However, I think I have come up with a pretty interesting idea for a novel or a movie (see, I am a product of media — why read a book when a movie could be watched?!)

First, I feel I should tell you that this idea resulted after watching a number of episodes of CSI (shout out to Miss Nima who helped me find a interest in this franchise).  I don’t want you thinking that I came up with this idea from some dark and twisted part of my brain that would have most people thinking I need some serious therapy.  I will admit that the darker side of me has been more activated the longer I live in the Sudan, but I really don’t think I’m beyond hope (for now).

Anyway, I digress.  Here’s my big ‘story’ plot — let me know what you think.

The story would open with a serial killer doing his dastardly work.  Evidence of past “accomplishments” are all around so that we know he has been quite active for some time.  Something goes awry and he is almost caught.  After a harrowing flight, he finds safety in a place of refuge.  Over time, in this place of refuge, something ‘clicks’ in him and the need to kill leaves him.

We next come upon the protagonist many years later where we find that he has become a social worker  — someone helping those who have lost people close to them from violent crimes.  However, one day, he comes across the victim that “got away” who has come to him for counseling, still shaken from that fateful day from years ago.  A psychological cat and mouse game develops as both men begin to suspect who each other really is.

The ending is surprising and unexpected, but in what way, the Muses have not yet seen fit to tell me.

So, what do you think?  Is there something here?  Or should I just go back to reading and leave the story telling to the experts?  I’ll let you decide.