Did we hit a temporal disturbance?

Something weird happens with the space-time continuum when you get into publishing, I swear.

After Bree and I sold our first book, things just slowed to a crawl. We had plenty of things to work on, so we kept ourselves busy, but it took six months (minimum) for our first three books to release. In the intervening time, we probably finished and submitted five or six books.

In the next six months, we literally busted our asses with a release a month, and sometimes more than one. Obviously, that breakneck pace was only sustainable by the writing we did before our first books came out. With editing and promotion and all the business stuff, time just flew by.

Now we’re past the crunch, and we’re back to what seems like ages of waiting, only it’s so weird, because we’re not waiting on anything.

Now, if we want to write a short story, say for Changeling, we draw up a proposal and send it on to our editor and the other lovely ladies over there. They let us know if they’re interested or if we need to make changes, and we get contracts. Then we write.

And when we get about halfway through one of our longer series books, we know it’s time to sit down and hammer out a synopsis so we can send a partial to our editor. We won’t always contract those things on a partial, but we can at least send it in while we finish up the rest of the book.

So it’s so different now. We have literally nothing in submissions at the moment, and sometimes that’s scary. It makes me feel like, “Oh crap, we need to get to work!” even though that’s ridiculous because we’re booked up with releases pretty much through the end of the year.

The biggest new thing we’re doing right now is working on a book we can pitch to an agent. Because, with the Fates willing, the work will just keep piling up, and we’re going to need help with it all.