I may not be participating in National Novel Writing Month this year. The problem? Same as my previous attempts, I lack a storyline. I have some decent ideas for characters and their backgrounds, but nothing that really ties them together, and certainly nothing that would result in anything reminicient of an epic conclusion. I could easily crank out some character sketches, but that’s as far as my ideas take me.

I’m going to put it up here as a poll, so you can give me the thumbs up or thumbs down before I begin my 50,000 word oddessey. For some reason I’m more nervous about putting my idea up than talking about nearly failing my motorcycle safety course or the dorkiness associated with running a roleplaying game about zombies.

OK, here goes:

$nameUndecided is a highly respected and skilled guard for an old king. His primary duty is to safeguard the king’s young queen. He follows her everywhere, and in Lancelot fashion falls in love with her and they have copius amounts of knight-on-queen humpy near babbling brooks with wildflowers gently blowing in the spring breeze. Of course, they are found out — by the king’s somewhat spooky advisor — and the queen is locked in a tower for the rest of her life. The king’s advisor has other plans for $nameUndecided, however. To make amends for breaking his vow of servitude, $nameUndecided is cursed to become a gargoyle, crouching motionless and silent until bidden to do the wishes of the king and the rest of his line, forever. As war and time march on, $nameUndecided is made to do some fairly unscrupulous things under the command of the king and his decendants.

Fast forward to modern era. $nameUndecided is brought to America as an exhibit on European architecture. He has been dormant for some time, but tingles to life as he feels one of the king’s decendants near: a young woman named Clara who is completely unaware of her heritage and her hold over the cursed knight.

This is where I sorta fall apart. Shit happens, $nameUndecided comes to the rescue, ancient Christian watchgroup starts to hunt down the “demon” gargoyle and its evil mistress, and soon there’s lots of shooting, crashing through buildings, the Spear of Longinus, and copius amounts of gargoyle-on-woman humpy near babbling brooks with wildflowers gently blowing in the spring breeze.

What say ye?