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GoogleIf there is one thing that writing about technology has taught me, it’s that things change, fast. People lament the publishing  ’power’ of Amazon and they forget that before Amazon, Fictionwise was the e-book destination. Remember Hotmail? Not the leader now, are they? Remember Netscape? Also gone.

Things change, fast. And here is my latest example.

A week ago, I spent probably 80 percent of my online time on Google products. I used Google Drive to store documents and work on them at home and at school. I used Gmail and Google Calendar for both contacts and scheduling, YouTube for video watching, Google Reader for RSS feeds and Google Sites for a few special projects I’m working on. And I loved it. I loved that I could access all my stuff, from any device, from any computer. I loved that Google kept it all organized and available for me.

Until one day … they didn’t. The first chink was Google Reader—killed for lack of ‘growth’ or something. I’ve been using it still, since I heard the news—I want to see what solutions my friends find and let them beta-test out the kinks for me since I still have time to change over. But this is definitely a significant chunk of my online time.

And then, today, I stopped being able to access Google Sites. I can still get into Gmail and Calendar and all my other Google stuff. But the ‘sites’ isn’t working. First, it told me that my account had been ‘compromised’ and I could restore it all by changing my password. I did that—including waiting for a code to be sent to my phone via text message and putting that in when prompted—and then, when I tried accessing the sites again, I got a pop-up saying my account had been ‘disabled’ for a terms of service violation. So I went and read the terms of service. Didn’t see anything in there that would explain why my account went ‘poof.’ I’ve emailed support, and am still waiting to hear from them. But one of these sites represented the work I’ve been doing on a work project I have spent literally hours plugging away at. I am sick at the thought that it might be lost.

It is a new stress the digital age has brought upon us, the service outage. It is a unique feeling of anxiety to know that information you badly want to access is RIGHT THERE … but you just can’t get to it. And the worst part is, there is nothing I can do about this. Eventually, Google will probably restore my account—at least long enough for me to go in and retrieve my stuff for offline use. But the cavalier manner in which they can just take it away troubles me.

I know it’s a free service they’re providing, but it’s also my information and my hard work that is being tangled up in it. I’d rather pay and be able to fix the problem right away. I’d rather pay and get proper support when I need it—a phone number I can call, a step I can take, or at least some way to verify what the problem is so that I can fix it and get my site working again. I’m sitting here with time on my hands, ready to spend it on my pet project, and I can’t access my stuff. I can’t even get on in a read-only mode to download it off their blasted server so I can work off my own hard drive. Unacceptable.

So, lesson learned: This is not the way to work on a big project where I need to organize lots of information in different but related areas. When I do get my site back again, I’ll be downloading it into a Word document—I suppose I’ll stick it in Google Drive so I can work on it from multiple locations, but at least Drive lets me download it into a file for offline use.

When I am ready to share what I’ve done, I suppose I’ll convert it into an EPUB file and make it available as a book download. Because Google clearly doesn’t want me using a website to share information!

So, that’s today’s tale of woe. I can’t do my work, I don’t know why, and there isn’t anything I can do about it except stew and be irritable. Welcome to the wonders of the cloud!

 
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