Back in November 2006, I completed NaNoWriMo for the first time. Strictly speaking, I cheated. Nope, I didn’t write anything in advance. And yes, I did get to the 50,000 word limit. But I wrote my own story, not a novel. It was a bit of a life story, and the story of my infertility, and the subsequent recovery. It was the first time I really wrote my story of my ectopic pregnancies, and I remember it was quite painful to do. I poured out a lot of my emotions, in between remembering the life that had made me what I was then, and who I am now. So it was a very personal document – one I wasn’t ready to share with anyone. Not my husband. Not my family or friends. Not you. Nope, no-one. And so I password-protected it. It was a password that was deeply personal to me, one that I was confident I would remember.
Years passed. Yes, you know what happened. I forgot the password. For several years, I periodically went back to that document, wanting to use some of what I had written about. Each time I tried the passwords I thought I had used, and tried all the variations that I might have resorted to in a time of serious paranoia. Each time I tried, I failed. This clearly was never going to be a case of Try, Try, Try Again that would end in success. I decided I really needed those words. After all, as time passes, memory fades, and there are some memories and thoughts in that document I don’t want to fade.
So a week or two ago, I sensibly admitted defeat, and downloaded some password recovery programmes. One, after running for four hours, was at least honest and said there was little hope of recovering my password. Another ran for about five days before I gave up on it. Finally I resorted to a password removal service; it cost me US$24.95. Yes, I really wanted those words.
And in an instant, in the blink of an eye, my document was restored. Magic! (They’ll even do it before you pay, and prove it by showing you the first paragraph). After all those years, all those regrets at what I’d lost, all that time typing in the same words with different combinations of capital/small letters that could have been avoided. Isn’t the internet amazing? I am delighted, though a little uncertain just yet how I will use what I wrote. But there are some little snippets of my life in there that I might share. I’ll do that in a separate post. This one is a tribute to the internet gods, and the password removal site that worked so brilliantly.