I mentioned in my New Year’s post that I’ve got two big goals for this year. Learning a bit of Russian and finish a new
shiny bright glimmering in the moonlight draft of Novel That Has A Name but Does Not Deserve it Yet.
I started Russian lessons two weeks ago and the language is really cool. I like the analogue part of having to think about writing the letters of the Cyrillic alphabet, and I feel all Indiana Jones-y deciphering words.
Just look at that word! It’s formal for ‘Hello’. HELLO.
So so pretty. I’m kind of a nerd when it comes to languages so you’ll have to forgive me.
Anyway. Besides the lesson once a week I try to spent 10 minutes of every day practising letters or learning new words. Yesterday something awesome happened.
I felt The Click.
I didn’t have to look up the letters anymore and could read a lot of words. It ‘s possible that my brain had enough input to provide me with a translation without me being consciously aware of it, but I know this feeling very well.
It also happens sometimes when writing. When chapters and pages seem like endless loose parts of colourful Lego blocks and then suddenly The Click happens and you’re able to see a clear image of what the building should end up like.
I like The Click.
It’s what I’m looking for in life. The feeling of being on the right track. The opposite feeling of The Click is stepping on a Lego block when NOT wearing shoes. Sorry for the metaphors, I also like Lego.