This year I got my first ever American book deal. It was for my fourth novel, The Wild Girls, and I had convinced myself that it was never going to happen to the extent that over Christmas I had genuinely forgotten about the submission. We’d had interest in November time, but what with the world being in chaos and the cancellation of Christmas, I had put it out of my mind and so when my agent rang me in January to tell me that we had an offer (from a different publisher to the one who had expres...