Reaching Store Street in Bloomsbury my phone died, discommunicated from the world I sat alone in the pub with a vodka and tonic. I had nothing to read, no screen to interact with and no way of knowing if my other half had got my message, the only working public phone in three streets had swallowed all my change, unwisely I'd changed my shoes to heels and couldn't walk any further. Luckily he made it and we headed to the book launch. A function room on the second floor of an imposing building, walls lined with sofas and tables of nibbles, anxious strangers clutching glasses and waiting to make conversation. Other writers, nine of them, our stories brought to life with beautiful, emotive illustrations and held for ever in my most admitred of forms - the book. The Mumsnet Book of Bedtime Stories, piles of it, everywhere. I was tempted to scoop up many, but came away with one signed copy.
It was heartening to meet the other writers from all backgrounds and walks of life, all writing when we can between work and parenting, all excited by our first published story,hoping it will lead to more. Mumsnet is a powerful venture, it wasn't there when my children were little, but it provides much needed support for parents now. Walker Books are one of the few publishers who still have soul, their belief in the power of story and the beauty of the book is strong. Long may they publish.