Watching Barcelona

random insert in a novelist’s blog: barca!

Writing any of my novels, I rest by watching football: the complete concentration you need to watch the game (when you are not multitasking) is the respite that allows you to forget your work–and so get back to it later, recharged. Watching Barcelona gives me a chance to think about art, structure, flow, indeterminacy amid beauty, dream.

And not so good hairstyles (Puyol, cut it!).