Press Publish — will I see you there?

In case you haven’t followed me to my new blog at www.christinehlee.com/blog/, I thought I would leave this here. (and there is WAY more news, even, if you want to hop on over)…

Hi everyone. We’re a few weeks away, and so I’m making another announcement:

I’m speaking at WordPress.com’s Press Publish conference event on March 28, 2015 in Portland, Oregon. And this time, I’d like to offer my readers a 40% discount to the conference–mostly because I’d love to see you there!

When you register for the conference, use the following special coupon code: CHRISTINE40

If you can’t make it to Portland, but you are planning on going to Phoenix on April 18th, the CHRISTINE40 coupon code will work for Phoenix, too.

Press Publish tickets come with either a year of WordPress.com upgrade or, for self-hosted blogs, a 1-year subscription to the VaultPress Backup Bundle. Either option is a $99 value, and paired with the 40% discount, this makes tickets an even greater deal.

The full description of my talk is here up at the Press Publish site (and I plan on talking about my relationship with you!):

Eight years ago, Christine Lee survived a stroke in part due to the concern of commenters on her anonymous blog, and more recently experienced the comment flood that comes with a post going viral. She’ll talk about online connection and keeping up with comments.

Are you in Portland? Anywhere near Portland? Got a free weekend? Want to meet other WordPress bloggers? Want to know how to make the most of WordPress? Want to hear inspiring speakers talk about their experiences with blogging?

Register for the conference.

I have an official website

I have an official website at www.christinehlee.com. Whee.

I’ll be moving my blog there, go forward.

Update: New blog posts are at www.christinehlee.com/blog/.

Update 2/15/2015: Are you there with me? I’d love to keep in touch with you at the new blog. I miss you.

This is an Anthem

I am under the spell of Sia’s new song CHANDELIER and its video, featuring Maddie Ziegler.

I’ve been listening to it for hours and for days.

Also viewable on Sia’s blog

running

My kid is now running. And so am I. I’m following her lead–she is exploring and challenging herself and growing.

Gizoogle

The news is pissing me off these days. So I offer up two things as cure…

1. My kid bouncing in her jumperoo on instagram video.

2. Gizoogle–Fo’ all y’all biotches who wanna find shiznit! (their tagline, not mine)

Guys, I cracked up when I saw my about page on Gizoogle, wherein I am renamed “Chrizzle Lee Zilka.”:

Welcome yo. Hoes call me Chrizzle Lee Zilka, n’ I spend mah time writing, reading, motherin mah daughter, obsessin bout mah wiener dawgs, backpackin n’ bustin yoga, baking, cookin (and smokin), traveling, n’ missin NYC whenever I’m not up in NYC. I also happen ta be a stroke survivor (in stroke speak: left thalamic stroke 12/31/06, caused by a PFO, closed June 2007). Blizzay posts here will likely range along dem topics.

I be a gangsta yo, but y’all knew dat n’ mah straight-up legit bio:

Chrizzle Lee Zilka is tha Fiction Editor at Kartika Review yo. Her work has rocked up or is forthcomin up in journals n’ anthologies like fuckin ZYZZYVA, Guernica, Verbsap, Yomimono, Newport Review, and Men Undressed: Booty Authors Write Bout Male Sexuizzle Experience. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch was awarded a residency at Hedgebrook up in 2006, placed as a gangbangin’ finalist up in Poets n’ Writas Magazine’s Writas Exchange Contest up in 2007, n’ received a honorable mention up in Glimmer Train’s Fiction Open up in 2009.

Yo, she gots her undergraduate degree from UC Berkeley n’ MFA up in Creatizzle Freestylin from Mills College. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch has a novel up in progress.

I be a gangsta yo, but y’all knew dat n’ mah super-short bio:

Wants ta be Gryffindor yo, but is straight-up Hufflepuff.

I be a gangsta yo, but y’all knew dat n’ mah honest thug bio:

Chrizzle works at a gangbangin’ finger-lickin’ dinin room table surrounded by pilez of teachin shiznit n’ hustla papers dat need constant gradin n’ dat biiiiatch writes wit a needy geriatric wiener dawg whoz ass smells like corn chip Fritos on her lap n’ another needy wiener dawg wit feral game tendencies whoz ass is up ta no phat somewhere up in tha kitchen. I aint talkin’ bout chicken n’ gravy biatch. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch dotes on her homeboy whoz ass dotes on her n’ together they git all up in her sporadic freestylin self esteem troughs dat sometimes battle everyday n’ sometimes leave her ridin’ solo fo’ weeks. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch should be hustlin n’ exercisin yo, but instead her ass is bakin dem scooby snacks n’ smokin em. By her muthafuckin ass. In front of her laptop. Tryin ta revise her novel. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch is straight-up pale.

Yo ass can also find mah crazy ass on a gangbangin’ chicken Snoop Bloggy-Blogg called Muffin Top dat I share wit playas.

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This blog is still alive, really. Even though blogging in and of itself is a distraction, I’ve been distracted from my distraction these days (is that possible? Apparently, it is!). These have been happy days, but they’ve been eventful days and thus, the lack of blogging.

But I cannot let any of my distractions distract me from my main goal: I’m determined to finish a major revision on my novel by end of year this year.

I need to do it. I’m creating and integrating a new character into my novel; this new character is a young girl, someone I’ve found difficult to write, even though I’ve spent months and months daydreaming and conjuring her existence into my story. It’s time that I draw her in words. And bring her to life.

Thank you

Thank you for everything good in my life. Thank you for the bad, too, for the hardships have given me amazing lessons.

Happy Thanksgiving, everyone.

2011

2011 is The Year I Revise My Novel.

That is all.
Okay, maybe lose a few pounds, too.

i need a residency

i so need a writing residency right now. really really need one.

anonymous before eponymous

I have an anonymous blog, and I have this blog. I think I’m way more open on my anonymous blog, for obvious reasons; and I feel like I’m a horrible and guarded bore, here. Bleah.