I'm just picking up my Welsh lessons again.
It's astounding to me how easily I can recall the phrases I've learnt. As an added bonus, I'm listening to Radio Cymru to improve my listening comprehension, and it is bizarre how my brain picks up on certain words. They'd literally jump out at me as being meaningful in a sea of gibberish. I was frustrated with how little I could comprehend in actuality.
In French, I may not understand the majority of the words spoken, but I can generally understand what the conversation is about. Not so in Welsh (yet). I get individual words, but have absolutely no understanding of what is going on.
I did enjoy one song, though, which appeared to be a grocery list, because there was frequent talk of milk and bread. It both confused and amused me.
In writing news, I'm still editing. I have a ways to go yet, but I should be done by the end of next week. That will be nice. Then I can get back to writing my other book, which will be nicer.
Then I can edit that book, which is less nice. Then I can send it off to my first beta reader, and get started on book two.
But none of that is going to happen if I continue to blather on here. So I'm off.