I'm still in Rota, on the beach, with a lot of people at home and looking for a square meter free and a corner of the day to write my novel and all the items I am committed to sending here and there, As always, delivered late and having to make Olympic effort to finish them. Hell no, but I'm going to him because I do nothing but tell lies, "What you have not received the text? But if you sent it yesterday!" Luckily I left half the magazine made in June, and finished my day in July I was in Madrid, returning from Costa Rica and before I got off to Cadiz. So the September issue of Hispanic Notebooks is almost ready, with the collaborations that have sent me these days and I have sent to the writing and printing. Here are also friends, which is always nice to see but which are part time. What is going to do, one is already accustomed to writing is a countdown and do so at any time and anywhere: hotels, waiting rooms, trains, airports ... But I'm happy with all the people I love around, and at this moment I ds a kind of peace of mind knowing that sleep in the other rooms of the house my children, my mother, my girlfriend and her son. I still think that summer goes too fast.
