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I have craft ADD.
For real.  I have 2-5 started projects hanging either from crochet hooks or knitting needles shoved in a canvas bag in my living room.  A fuzzy scarf knitted on needles that are too small to make progress in the speed of my liking.  The scarf I started for my husband.  The practice pieces, including the crocheted circle and the knitted ribbing.  And that's just my yarn projects...
(Thanks to the craft night that was hosted at the GTOC last Thursday, I can finally say I know how to purl stitch.)
I think that's the reason I never succeeded in writing at all.  I would start a short story that was brewing in my head and end up rushing, summing up events instead of expounding detail.   
Again with the ADD... can't even stay on a subject for very long.
I want to knit like my Aunt.  I want to make hats and sweaters and purses and such.  I want to make clothes for myself and my kids and for gifts.
I just wish I had the patience.

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