I am writing a new novel called 'Sinks on Planes'

One of the MFA professors had a talk with me.  He said, “I’m concerned.  The transcripts tell me you are struggling with prepositions.”  I told him I didn’t know what a preposition was.  He said, “Writing good prepositions is like owning a sink.”  I said there are times when I knowingly dump things down the sink I’m not supposed to.  He said, “You clearly are falling behind your classmates.  Do you even have a plan yet?”  I said something about novels and attending lectures on the idea of national healthcare.  The professor said, “I feel you could incorporate sinks into this plan.”  I told the professor I had the urge to touch his face.  He ignored me and continued to talk about sinks.

When I got home I turned my sink on and off for an hour and then tried to write a novel about the experience.  It went okay.  I wrote 3,000 words where a character turned his sink on and off.  I might bring the piece to the next workshop.  Here is an excerpt:

“The sink seemed to have two options.  He spent an hour trying to find a third.  The sink didn’t agree.  It said, ‘wee wee wee wee wee wee.’  Sometimes it said, ‘oot oot oot oot ott.’”

Should I try and finish this ‘novel’?  I lied.  I haven’t really written 3,000.  I’ve only written 37 words.  The above excerpt is all there is.  I am excited about this novel.