Because I have a new book coming out in the fall, and because my publisher is valiant but small, I have been encouraged (that word includes the word "urged") by folks in the know to get involved with Facebook.
Self-promotion does not come easy to me, but I know I must. After all, I write to be read. Another problem is that I'm not a particularly social person; that is to say I don't run with a pack. And the third problem is that I've always been one or more steps behind in adapting to and adopting new technologies. I resisted push-button phones, call waiting, answering machines, fax, email, the Internet, blogging…until, one by one, they all wormed into my life and became necessary. What did I do without them?
Now it's Facebook. I have in the past preached against it. Why do we need "friends"? Why do we need another interruption in our daily life? Another addiction? Who cares about small talk? And all the other unnecessary prejudices against what may be a useful and enjoyable tool?
So yes, I've signed up, as of a couple of days ago. I kept getting this information, from the Lord on High, by email: so-and-so wants to be my friend. Some of these people I never heard of. Some I'm quite fond of. So why not?
Trouble is, I have no idea what I'm doing. Innovations these days don't come with instruction manuals. It seems they're invented for people who already know how to use them. (Yes, I'm an old fogie. Gimme a break, I'll turn 70 this year.) I picked a few friends to adopt just to try this machinery out, and I have no idea if I'm communicating properly. Apparently Facebook doesn't accept my email address as valid, even if they use it to send me urgent messages about friends who want to befriend me.
I know I'll get used to this, and I know I'll come to like it. Or at least learn to use it well. I had the same time trying to learn how to use Word. Now I can use Word well, except for things I don't know how to do but can do perfectly well without.
Anyway, please wish me luck.