My irritation with this phenomenon has three main points:
1. Just because I’m a writer doesn’t mean I am excited about any opportunity to write something, especially if I have to collaborate with someone else. I do not play well with others when it comes to creativity.
2. Your idea? Probably isn’t as awesome as you think. I’m sure some of these folks have ideas that aren’t terrible, but nearly everyone I’ve spoken to who is convinced of the amazingness of their concept does not have a particularly original or mind-blowing idea.
3. IDEAS ARE THE EASY PART. I personally am not lacking in ideas anyway, but execution is pretty much the entire battle when it comes to writing a good book. Even if I did like your idea and want to work with you, doing your grunt work is not appealing. If you’re looking for a ghostwriter and a place to sell your idea for cash, there’s a time and a place for that, but it certainly doesn’t involve me. . . .
Anyone who actually tries this sh!t is a douche of epic proportions . . . almost enough to make John Edward feel threatened. Writing is work, which is why I take refuge in retail. Minor reward, but it’s steady, and I get to slack on the rare occasion.
I’ve got an idea for a Babylon 5 story. After (in 1994) soliciting stories, the series never again used an outside, unknown writer (Neil Gaiman is not unknown). But: no market, no finish.
Collaboration like that? “Autobiographies” of a Superbowl NFL coach, two of someone residing 1600 something Ave. Nope, not on a bet. Now, if someone offered that I could not a new religion – no. Mustn’t L. Ron this blog.
Yes. Yes. And Yes! Luckily, my family has learned to stop asking me to write their ideas. My standard reply is now, “That sounds awesome. You should go and write it. You don’t need me!”
Congratulations, you just came up with Star Wars!