Tune your radio to 92.1 FM on April 3rd at 11am (GMT)- or go to http://www.7wavesradio.co.uk/  - and you'll be able to hear me and other members or Riverside Writers live on Cath Bore 's show.

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/sciencetech/article-1165377/Please-freeze-How-scores-middle-class-British-couples-hoping-buy-immortality-just-10-week.html This link will whisk you away to The Daily Mail newspaper, where you may read an article about cryonics which includes an interview with me. Life insurance for cryonics costs around £10 per month, and not per week as the intro blurb suggests. I've never described myself as a Science-Fiction writer, even though I've written a few short Sci-Fi stories. There're more incorrect details in there, too, but nothing important.

It’s a gorgeous spring day here. I’ve got the French doors open, and Emily has dragged her blanket onto the patio step to stretch out on it while she’s sunbathing. The forsythia is a blaze of yellow, and cherry blossom is drifting like snowflakes on the warm breeze. Daffodils and crocus are in bloom everywhere, and there’s a pair of blackbirds rummaging for nesting material underneath the shrubby St John’s wort. Yesterday I was in Liverpool as Kevin Holt , a photographer from The Daily Mail , had arranged to visit Richard’s studio so he could take a few shots of us both which will be used in the forthcoming article about cryonics. These will be used as part of an article about cryonics which will published in that newspaper, probably next week sometime. Afterwards I had a meander round the city centre, and bought a new pair of trousers--plain black, but the material is lovely and soft.

If you walked into a cake shop and said, "Oh, I really love your confectionary, and I appreciate how long it's taken you to learn the craft, and your cakes would be perfect for my dinner party," would you expect to not pay for cakes? Of course not. Even if you then said, "But your cakes would reach appreciative mouths, and we'll want more free cakes every week!" you'd still be expected to pay for the cakes--especially when it's obvious that everyone else involved in staging the dinner party is picking up a nice salary. Why, then, should a writer be expected to hand over a regular supply of "cakes" for free? This lady's saying no.

Plans to tackle some more gardening were halted by today’s incessant soft rain. Instead I finished writing ch. 18 of Bethany Rose then had a book cull. I collect far too many books for the space available. Any non-fiction book that hasn’t been opened for five years might as well be consigned to the category of Outgrown Or Boring. Off to the charity shop with ‘em! We watched a peculiar little film yesterday:   The Piano Tuner of Earthquakes .  Beautifully lit, and very surreal, the film used puppets and/or automatons as well as live actors. Basically, it’s a story of a piano tuner who is taken to an island-based mental asylum to repair a series of automatons. The asylum’s doctor seems to be madder than his patients (or at least that was my impression.) An interesting if rather puzzling film; it’s plot reminded me of something from the Twilight Zone or Tales of the Unexpected. I’ve now finished reading  The Name of the Wind (Kingkiller Chronicles, Day 1)  by Patrick Rothfuss, which