A novel idea.

I've been thinking, and the more I think about this August break, the more excited I get. I've been sitting on this urge to start writing a novel for about a month now. Previously, I always said I'd never write a novel. But lately I've felt lazy, my well of short story ideas drying up. Each time I drop a pebble, waiting for the sweet sound of liquid - plop - I hear instead the quick thud of solid ground. This sudden impulse to sit and write about the same people and the same place for a very long time has not subsided, so I think I'll take this month of producing visual stimuli to pour my words into a story. Wish me luck.