I was crocheting today, and realized that it’s a lot like writing a book (in ways). I took up crochet as a hobby after my son was born. I was looking at being home for long stretches of time with nothing to do (I hadn’t taken up writing yet), so I originally jumped to knitting.
I watched several videos on YouTube, borrowed some yarn and needles from my mom, and learned how to knit. It was tough. For some reason, my brain couldn’t wrap itself around the idea of using those needles and yarn to create something. My first few projects looked like crap, and I was about ready to give up, when I thought, “How about crochet?”
