Hey everyone, welcome to the blog.. This post is going to be a little different, so just have a little patience please. You're stuck with me. No seriously, we removed the escape key when you came in because I have something important to tell you. Ready?
~takes a deep breath~
It happened to me. It's something that happens every day to lots of other people, but two days ago it wasn't those other people, it was me.
I'm a little depressed about it really, and a whole lot lost over it. And am I angry, hell yes.! So instead of just blurting it out, I'll walk you through how it happened. But first this.
Thursday January 23, 2015
As usual, it all started out as just another Thursday. What do I do on Thursdays those that know me? I work, like I do every single day of the week, so nothing new there. That particular day, I happened to be working on a blurb. Now let me knock out the technical stuff in these next two sections first.
What is a blurb?
A blurb is basically the promo piece that goes hand in hand with a creative piece. It can be put just about anywhere. Back cover of book, promo posters, used in blogs, book trailers, or wherever you decide. Now a blurb has been called many things other than a blurb. Some examples are: Satan. Lucifer, the Devil, Devil's child, Son of a bitch, PITA, Evil bastard, etc..
What does a blurb do?
A blurb is sort of like the bouncer at a bar, but opposite. It doesn't try to break up the fight, instead it manhandles you straight to the center ring and drops you into a place I like to call Hell. In Hell, you are forced to shred your book apart by taking all of the contents from within the covers of your three hundred something page book, and cram it into a foreign spot, where thing were never meant to go.
Your whole book in a few sentences.
It's the ultimate nightmare. I actually nicknamed mine Krueger.
Anyway, on with the story...
So, I decide to get a drink, calm down and have a go at it again. After tripping over the seventeen hundred pieces of wadded up paper on the floor, I decide I need to discuss this situation with someone plus some more someones who get it.
Now where does everyone go to socialize?
Yes, a social network. site. So off I go to the group I created for like minded people with similar interests. Other authors, just like me. It's a common place to get together when needed. This particular group is for for M/M collaborations and business type things. Announcements, or maybe someone has a question. You know, just to get together and share interests since they're so similar and maybe watch, I mean, discuss things, author to author.
Anyway, I make the ultimate attempt at socializing and post a teenie weenie little rant
about Krueger, then begin reading through things on the page. It was a very mild. In my anticipation for a reply, the excitement about socializing takes hold of me. I mean, I'm really needing to socialize bad at that point. Suddenly, a comment comes through. I practically peed myself. I immediately stopped what I was doing just to sing praises.
I hurry as fast as I can to my post that I made, in the group that I started, to read it. While doing this, several other socializers made their way on to the post too. Now I'm just guinea,
no wait. Ginny, guinea, oh it's giddy. I'm all giddy.
Overjoyed, I decided to just throw hands to the air and go for it, live life on the wild side.
I replied to the comments left on my post in my group. Get this., and some people think I'm dull.
I even did it more than once. or twice.
I socialized three times, in public, and even hashtagged that baby too.
Didn't know I had it in me, did you?
Yup, sure do. Look at me go, I'm doing exactly what FB
is all about, socializing. And I'm doing it in boxes provide for comments and replies. I am in complete compliance with their standard operating procedures. No risky behavior, I wasn't engaging in things they discuss in their behavior connection article either.
So...~tears up~ give me a moment please
Okay, I apologize. ~clears throat~
Imagine my shock and utter dismay when I left the group and it happened. I know this is
hard to look at, but it has to be shown. It's time for this to be seen.
I'm so, so, very sorry, but you'll thank me one day.
Huh? Pending, restricted. Pending, restricted...sentence handed down on a pending notice. Huh?
My knees grew weak, if it weren't for the fact that I was already sitting down, I would have been standing....and then falling. Yes my knees were that weak, I felt them give way. as I sat there.
In between the confusion and mixed emotions of it saying pending, as it hands down a decision
at the same time, I almost fainted.
Don't the FB dieties know that I'm not a rule breaker, how could they not? In the very beginning months I joined, I had one violation, just one and it was merely a misunderstanding. A simple error on my behalf, I take full responsibility, I'm an adult, even though it was just the slip of a finger four times hitting the F key first.
Not once have I ever been contacted by them since then.
The questions are flooding through my brain almost drowning me, I'm confused. Maybe it was a hallucination caused by the onset of a panic attack from that lovely message. This means I'll be out of contact with my family and friends, because they all live inside my computer.. They're all tucked away in a group, where they are protected from the outside influences and temptations of the FB world. Then it dons on me.
My job, how will I do my job without my research. I have to have my research
at all costs. I love researching. It makes me smile. See...
Oh God, this is horrible. How am I supposed to reach anyone at all
What if FB travels outside of normal FB boundaries and crosses realms onto the web affecting my biggest source of entertainment, I mean research..
OMG... I can't breathe. No, I mean really, right now, as I type this. Just thinking
about it cuts off the oxygen supply. It did the same the other day too. ~grabs paperbag~
It's entirely possible, I mean, I'm banned without a cause or reason why, so why not that too?
THEN my mind is off in another direction, yanking me along as a hostage.
This reminds me how FB employees are still getting paid. They will receive their check for banning me in groups. They will receive their pay, whether they answer the message I sent them asking if they could be so kind as to offer at least a reason why I was banned.
Did I violate some standard guideline? Did my finger slip again, no because that only happened
after I received their message.
Or are they big bullies going around targeting whomever they want like Indians on the warpath for no apparent reason and not offering any kind of explanation whatsoever.
Are we peons that are just supposed to do nothing about this kind of treatment, except take it? Pretend it didn't happen, ignore it, make excuses for it, blame others for trolling us when they weren't involved?
Take it like a man?
Well I can;t do that, because I'm not a man...yet. That my next life, so I can't possibly take it like a man yet.
Am I supposed to starve to death because FB started a chain of events, each one causing a subsequent reaction by cutting off groups, spreading to the web, and taking over? Making me lose my research, which in turn means my job, and without that, I starve to death, as do my children and does my family and friends in my group because I can't get to them anymore., and my only chance is to scrap for crumbs? While FB employees still get paid and are probably dining on grilled Filet Mignon?
Well I say Heck NO!
I think we need to ban together and unite. Let's sit sexy and stand strong, and most important, let's start with me so I don't die. In fact, let's have a jail break for me and make a difference.
I haven't even started on the part about how this all happened an hour before my live author chat over at Bike Book Reviews yet. they so kindly invited me, I accepted and everything was set to go, until I got to the page and could no longer comment or post. Thank goodness Bec and Mike are such good peeps and the followers of the page ROCK and my readers, well they're the best, but none the less, I was still frazzled. The nerves that were fried behind this sudden addition to my punishment, was a direct result to popping veins from my blood pressure skyrocketing to the moon. I feel hospital bills coming on, expensive hospital bills at that gosh darn it. What about even after that, how I was apparently banned yet again from the entire event, couldn't even see it, then again from even leaving a comment in a group.
All this happening because I get a pending notice with a cut off date for a violation that never came and I am still clueless about.
You, yes you reading this, can help with just a small donation of research materials to my dropbox and by standing up for those of us in FB lockup, and having a look at the petition below. Signing it will at least let them know we are not happy about it. I forget who started it, bt I'm glad they did because FB really needs to look at what they are doing to people.
Thank you, this long winded rant brought to you as a direct result of me being pissed the hell off. These stripes make me look heavier than I really am, and your food sucks. You could have left me out there to starve at least. I demand a refund.. Oh wait, wrong FB issue. You don't charge for this. service. I apologize. That issue is a completely different rant. That's the rant about FB hiding our posts on pages and making us pay to be seen instead. It's coming and I'll have a near death experience in that one too. Just sayin'.
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