November is quickly becoming one of my favorite months. 

It's not because of this, at least not entirely.
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It is definitely not because of this:
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I can do without Movember.

I love November because of this.
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I am participating in PiBoIdMo, <a href="http://taralazar.com/" title="Tara Lazar Picture Book Idea Month">Tara Lazar</a>'s Picture Book Idea Month, for the second time. When I'm consciously trying to generate ideas, creativity breeds like the rabbits living in my hedges.  

Recently I bought some new pants. When I got them home, I found a seam coming apart in the leg. My typical instinct is to never tug at a thread. It's too risky. My writer side tells me to tug at every thread and see what unravels. Maybe those pants were not meant to be pants. Maybe they are really a skirt or a tent or a parachute. You never know until you tug. 

