I wrote that book – Dirty Game – entirely for my own amusement, knowing that after this, I would have to give it up and get another job. And when I’d done that final thing, sent it off to six agents and thought, ah well, that’s that, then, on a whim I laid out the tarot cards and decided to see what my chances were.
As I gazed at the cards, I gasped in shock.
The tarot had turned up something truly remarkable. As I spread the cards out and stared at them, a double death was revealed. Now, this doesn’t always mean disaster. It can also mean a revelation, a massive change, a cataclysmic event.
Instantly, I knew that Annie Carter was going to fly. I knew, beyond any doubt, that my writing career was finally about to start in earnest. I no longer had the slightest doubt about it. While my long-suffering partner fretted and talked about me getting a ‘proper job’, I sat there and beamed at him and said, don’t worry, that’s not necessary.
Of course he was sceptical. But I was not. And a week later, two of the agents I had sent Dirty Game to phoned, interested in representing me. A week after that, one of the big-four publishers declared an interest and made an offer of a three-book deal for a six-figure sum.
From no-hoper I had made the jump to hugely successful published author. Dirty Game shot straight to number one in the Heatseekers chart, and all my books that followed (I’m working on the 14th right now) were massive hits and top-ten bestsellers, just as the cards predicted.