A couple months ago I lost all of my passwords. We all have many different accounts, passwords protect (really?) unauthorized
access to these for us. Nevertheless, passwords sometimes lock even us out, when we can not remember it. So like most, I kept
mine securely (LOL) stored on a computer. Granted it may seem rather idiotic to keep passwords stored on a PC. With virus’s and
hackers everyday attempting to steal everything we have, I did place some protective process in place.
In this unfortunate event that preceded, my protection was to delete the file if in fact someone made and attempt to steal or
compromise the file. What this person did was add;

ANOTHEr pOSSable PW – Iwant4more@Life

to my file.
How strange! Upper and lower case letters in the directive leading toward what a password could be. That is all I was left
with… A complete loss of access to the important and perhaps unimportant email and sites I use.
To make matters worse the program that protected that computer found and blocked some cockroaches iPhone that had or was
attempting to access my PC. I am intelligent in the field of security and information systems. I have been in the computer
science geek mantra since before Al Gore invented the internet (didn’t he know everyone knew he did not?).

For years it was thought… Do Not write down passwords, on paper, else someone may find them and compromise your accounts. Yet,
had I written them I would not have lost access. Yes, paper is reliable unless there is a fire or you placed it in direct
sunlight for so long the ink faded. Or better if only I had used a chisel and engraved it in stone. Now that would have lasted
until some archeological dig unearthed it a thousand years from now. And if I had suspected the NSA was coming I could use
scissors and cut that sheet of paper up right?

I have gained access to this blog. However, I had to go through some grilling questions over the phone to have my password
reset, might I add, to be sent to an email account I did not have a password to get into to retrieve the link to reset my
password. so… I had to go through addition endeavors to have it too reset. Sigh. A rather long and loud sigh may I add.

This post will be posted to places that I still do not have access to. And maybe, just maybe, one of my readers may click the
link to read why I have been AWOL for so long. Oh my! I hope that just un-follow thing was adding, un-following, blocking and
maintaining that Twitter thing. After the whirlwind of being un-followed, unfriended, blocked and hurt, deeply, by all that
childish nonsense associated with FB and others, I deleted many of these hurtful social media sites. (how much is a person
suppose to take?) I had to lock my account sometime back to prevent these sellers of followers and rouge link promoters away.
And these barely clothed photo people that caused me tremendous heartache, waking so many days to text about followers, when it
was not understood how Twitter worked… locking it almost ended these middle of the night messages.

I am going back to paper. Paper makes me happy. I have utilized my away from the virtual time to dedicate writing my novel.

Three-thousand or more words a day dedication. Edit and erasing, using a real pencil and eraser has given my hands a long over-
due work-out. My penmanship has improved. Writing gives me pleasure. I have penned successfully, after revisions and edits 32,
168 words in my book. I am thinking now it may have to be two or more books, since my story has not even come full circle yet.
My mind, heart, and emotions have been on a perpetual roller-coaster for a long time. But actually, there is some good from
being hurt over and again. It gives me more to write, deeper thoughts, on how someone can take a love so deep and meaningful as
an option.

Looking Into The Mirror… As The Story Unfolds… was (and still is) so very meaningful for me. I wrote this many times. It’s
foundation is about a never ending story of true love, immeasurably deep friendship, and the lasting beauty of two, whose love is
so deep, meaningful, and true. I miss my best friend. Holding the key to my heart, key to the abode, I can only hope to see the
face of the most beautiful woman I have ever seen soon.
Tiny steps in the right direction… …together.