I hope that my books - and whatever forms the stories may go on to take - will capture the imagination of their readers, create a vehicle for discussing environmental issues, and encourage young people to tackle global challenges by becoming the scientists and engineers of tomorrow.
I therefore found myself rushing to see the Matisse cutouts at the Tate Modern, the Folk Art at Tate Britain, the Marina Abramovic at the Serpentine along with the annual pavilion there, as well as a show at the Science Museum by Joshua Sofaer called the Rubbish Collection.
Incredibly, boldly, Kate sets aside an orthodox playlist in preference for a three-hour piece of theatre that's as much an exploration of the human subconscious as it is a showcase for Kate's illustrious back catalogue.
At GCSE, I studied Steinbeck and Priestley. My first year at A-Level, I studied Browning, Auden, Fitzgerald and Hosseini. It was only in the second year that I studied Carter and Bronte as well as Marlowe. Work by female authors took up less than a third of my secondary education space - and unequal gender representation is set to increase.
John Constable remains one of Britain's best-loved artists and I don't think you will ever see a more thorough examination of his approach to and design of his work than this new exhibition at the Victoria and Albert Museum.
"Identity is not as stable as it once was. It is transient, fragmented and manufactured." So say Jonny Burt and Joe Kennedy in the catalogue foreword to U, the new exhibition of portrait paintings at The Unit London of which they are the directors.
With globe-trotting having fed his muse (he has lived in Tokyo, New York, Sydney, Rome, Amsterdam and Barcelona), Thomson has now based his family in London, his intellect undimmed by what some might call the coziness of home.
What to do if you're not JK Rowling, you don't have a big publishing house to promote you but you're determined to make your book a success?
Space Age is the title of the new exhibition at London's Hus Gallery and features four young emerging artists - Nathan Green from Texas, Ophelia Finke from Frankfurt, Germany, Santiago Taccetti, an Argentine based in Berlin, and Konrad Wyrebek from Poland.
As a book publicist and marketing strategist, working with authors on press campaigns and book launches, this whole experience raised a lot of interesting questions for me. How much publicity is 'good' publicity? What is 'bad' publicity? Is there too high a price for marketing a book?
Unless you've been living inside a black hole since the early 1990s, the allusions to the current referendum must be apparent. For as a child of Britain, unable to affect the potential break up of the United Kingdom on Thursday, the naïve response is to feel this is unfair...
n Chris MacDonald's slick, provocative, and generally stirring debut play Eye of a Needle, in place of rich men there are homosexuals from Jamaica, Uganda, and Nigeria; instead of the kingdom of God, we have modern England, with its scaremongering tabloids, institutional racism, and xenophobic populism.
Jimi Hendrix once said, "When you're dead, you're made for life." The mythologising of celebrities who burn bright and die young - to which the guitar maestro referred and which turned out to be a self-fulfilling prophesy -is the theme of London street artist D*Face, aka Dean Stockton's forthcoming pop-up exhibition in Los Angeles.
I've been nominated for that social media challenge of picking ten books which affected me or shaped me in some way- and there's a challenge to savour. A week's thinking and a bit of writing later, here it is. Plots thankfully recovered.
Chimene Suleyman, a London-born poet, journalist and essayist of Turkish heritage, has produced Outside Looking On, a debut collection of poems for Influx Press; a very fine piece of work which, given its timing, captures London at a pivotal moment in its history.
I remember coming back from my Aunt's in my brother's red Ford Escort in 1978. I remember the blistering heat and the smell of hot plastic and then We Are Family came on the radio, and suddenly everyone started singing the song at the top of their voices. I just remember this deep visceral feeling of happiness and being completely and utterly safe.