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. The strangest things can spark ideas. Sometimes an idea seems too stupid to write down. But often, those are the ones that lead to something unique.

I bought some new pants last month. 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 in disguise. You never know until you tug. 

If anyone needs me I'll be in my office, tugging on threads while eating peppermint bark ice cream.

