The Moment I Got My Fourth Agent: When I was offered an additional three-book contract before my debut novel was even out, I did briefly consider negotiating my own contract. After all, I’d done pretty well negotiating the first contract, right? There was just one problem. While I had faith in my ability to make sure I wasn’t subjected to joint accounting etc, this time I had no idea of what the advance should be, other than that it should be more than what I was being offered. So I called up some of the agents who’d handed me cards at the RDI holiday party. After carefully considering what each had to say, I ultimately went with the one who read Vertigo – a book I still hoped to publish one day – overnight; had praise for my talents as “an organic writer”; and had clear ideas on how I could make that book better. Agent 4 negotiated my advance upwards to more than double what I’d been originally offered. For both of us, it was a good day’s work.