Saturday, October 27, 2007

Contest Winners

Well, I'd pretend I put names in a hat to pick a contest winner, but that would have to be an awfully small hat...

Patricia, Ellen, Rita, Sam, Carrie-- if you'd like a signed copy of "Wanted Man," send me your contact info. My email is ellen (at) ellenhartman (dot) com.

Thanks for stopping by. I'm taking my kiddos for haircuts and then straight to the bookstore to spend my coupon on some nice big books!


Wednesday, October 24, 2007

Calling All Big Books: It's a Contest!

A friend went to see Salman Rushdie speak at Cornell last week. She mentioned that he advised the writers in the audience to write shorter books. According to Mr. Rushdie, you get paid the same amount of money for shorter books and can write more of them.

To this I say, "Whah!"

I love long books. Long, good books. Long, deliciously written good books with characters I can really care about. I'm looking at you, Miss Scarlet O'Hara.

I don't need to go into the reasons for this. A quick, top of the list survey would include "lazy" and "cheap." Those aren't the only reasons, though, I swear. I like to settle in and enjoy a time and place and people. My astrological sign might be a factor in this--we Aquarians prefer a few special people rather than hordes of acquaintances. Huh. Anyway!!

Recommend a long book! Who knows a good one? I'm rereading a favorite right now but I have a coupon for Borders burning a hole in my pocket. I'll send a copy of my mid-sized book Wanted Man to the person with the best recommendation.

Feel free to include the length of the book in either pages or inches high!

P.S. This is my first author contest. Somebody better make a comment so I don't have to give my book to myself. (Dad, no aliases! Time for your baby to sink or swim alone in this cutthroat world.)

Sunday, October 21, 2007

Two Ladies

I went away with my friend, Stephanie, to Wellsboro, Pennsylvania. Why do people go to Wellsboro? To visit the Grand Canyon of Pennsylvania, of course. (Yes, there is SO such a thing. Didn't I just say I went there?) As a matter of fact, I heard the other canyon is changing it's name to the Grand Canyon of Arizona to cut down on the confusion.


I didn't go to Wellsboro to see the GCOP, partly because I'd already Been There, Done That. (It was my second honeymoon. What can I say? We went all out...)

I went to Wellsboro because the hotel was $50 a night. Sweet.

Stephanie and I had no agenda. (Before you ask, no, we were not planning any hiking. Just because a canyon exists, you're not obliged to trudge to the bottom of it.) We were hoping to see a movie but the available options were less than inspiring so we did what any good Scranton* girls would do--we went to a bar.

We had dinner at the bar (also on the list of Things Scrantonians Do On Vacation) and talked about a million things including the fact that everyone else at the bar looked like they were related but they were actually dating. That's right. All the other people were coupled up with people who could have been their siblings. Now, I know what you're thinking, this was Northeastern Pennsylvania, so maybe they were all siblings....NO! That's not what you were thinking because that's mean.

You were thinking that people are attracted to people who are like them.

Okay. Fine. I admit to looking a little like my hubby. But the people in this bar had taken things to an extreme.

Whatever. That's not the point of the story. The point is, when we got our bill, there was a title on it that said, "2 Ladies." The server had named us and our name was "2 Ladies." Which we are. Despite being from Scranton. We may drink our beer straight from the bottle and eat dinner sitting at the bar and stay in $50 a night motels, but we are most definitely Ladies. It was nice of the server to acknowledge that.

As we were leaving, we were wondering what title the server had used for the other people:

"Could Be Siblings, but I Don't Know, He's Touching her in a Weird Way."

"Definitely Related. Cousins? Wait. Ew! Dating. Two Daters. Please Be Dating."

"I Give Up. Man and Woman. Maybe Together. How the Hell Should I Know?"

I think the server was probably glad my friend and I are just straightforward Ladies, you know?

*Scranton, Pennsylvania is my much-maligned home town. More information here.

Quiz: Guess which one I visited yesterday.

Grand Canyon

Grand Canyon of Pennsylvania