Facebook, Shmacebook
Sigh…some of you (those of you who follow me on Facebook) might have noticed that according to Facebook, I don’t exist right now.
That is because yesterday sometime between about 10am and 12:30pm, my personal profile and my author fan page were disabled, without warning. I hopped over to take a break from line edits and see what everyone was doing and…it told me to login again (weird).
And then when I tried to login, it told me the account was disabled. Then I looked at my fan page, or tried to – it had been disabled, too. No warning. No explanation.
After a frantic little while of trying to make sure it wasn’t some scam (because facebook wanted me to scan my ID and send it to them – and that made me nervous), I completed their electronic form and sent the scan of my ID about 1:30pm yesterday.
And now I wait. Nothing but non-helpful automatic messages saying they’ll get back to me (the *eventually* is implied).
Gotta tell you, the longer Facebook makes me wait, the less necessary I may find my profile and page.
I miss knowing what my friends had for breakfast, and who is trying to revise today, versus who is off to some sporting event or watching Firefly or Buffy meets Twilight or indulging in some teen movies from the 1990s. I miss the sense of connection, and the fun procrastination, and was looking forward to updating my status…
But while I’m waiting, I’m also realizing how many times of day I must look at Facebook, and that maybe that time could be better spent.* But for now I wait, like in purgatory, for any response beyond Facebook’s ridiculously non-helpful non-responses. And work on line edits.**
* Like on Twitter – which actually has responsive, helpful ways to obtain information and assistance, and has never erased me without warning or response.
** Maybe later I’ll actually do a post on revelations about fear that were hampering my effective line edit revising.
Edited 2/14/11 – Well, my profile and page are back – it took a little more than three days (including Saturday and Sunday), but I’m back -as if I was never deleted. No explanation, but an apology, and it appears everything was restored. Thank you Facebook, for your effective restoration, if not an explanation.
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