For my last full workday at the Kimmel Harding Nelson Center for the Arts, I set about researching a future book, tentatively titled 33. (A forthcoming subtitle will explain that.)
The book is, like The Marriage Act, about that age-old institution and the questions and ideas surrounding it. The first book I’m reading is Elizabeth Gilbert’s Committed, which has a similar but different project. Here is a quote from the book that renders the personal universal: “Destiny’s interventions can sometimes be read as invitations for us to address and even surmount our biggest fears.”
I’m so excited to announce my second book! From Publishers Marketplace:
December 14, 2012
Liza Monroy’s THE MARRIAGE ACT, about the author’s years spent wed to her Middle Eastern gay best friend in order to keep him in the United States, while her mother worked for the US Government preventing immigration fraud, to Delia Casa at Skyhorse, for publication in fall 2013, by Jennifer Lyons at the Jennifer Lyons Literary Agency (World except German and Korean).
It’s been a good first week here at the Kimmel Harding Nelson Center for the Arts in Nebraska City, a laid-back community filled with natural beauty and small-town charm an hour from Omaha and Lincoln. Productivity comes easily here. It’s quiet and relatively distraction-free, and I’m in the company of some amazing women artists: my apartment-mate Ahn-Thuy, fellow traveler and Californian Erin, Jennifer, and writers Sheba, who left this weekend, and Amanda. We’ve done some fun things together when not holed up in our studios (or cafes, or the Library Lounge), including visiting a local bar (we were the only patrons until a man came in an hour later. “Look! It’s a person!” one of us said), getting to know each others’ work on open studio night, and taking a road trip to Lincoln for First Friday, when galleries are open late. After my week here, Lincoln felt like a big city (Trader Joe’s!). My favorite place in Lincoln was the Mad Men-esque Starlite Lounge.
I’m working away and yet always feel like I need to write more. Hoping a draft of my new novel will be done before I leave here, even if it means burning the midnight oil or skipping one of my favorite places, the local fitness center with its big indoor pool and relaxing hot tub, for a day or two. I’m waiting for some news this coming week and hope to be able to announce something soon.