When I’m not writing, I knit. In fact, I haven’t done a lot of knitting in ages. The pesky day job I had kept me from it. But now that I’ve given that up, I’ve gone back to knitting.
I’ve actually been a knitter far longer than I’ve considered myself a writer. I’m semi self-taught. I learned around the age of nine or so, after several family members attempted to show me. My older sister’s lessons were the ones that stuck and from there I figured out more on my own with whatever knitting books she wasn’t using at the time.
So a couple of days ago, I started a sock.