How I scored a two-book deal

And how I thought it was a scam

In April 2012, I scribbled the first paragraph of my first novel. I still remember it by heart.

We live at home so we fuck in cars and carparks. On sand and concrete. Everything’s cool, but nothing is cool enough.

Sadly, this opening paragraph didn’t make the final cut of Mistakes and Other Lovers, published 11 years later – but the book was published, and I have a second one on the way.

So what happened during that decade-and-a-bit? Glad you asked.

Here’s the full story.