I lost my Baby Moon notebook months and months ago. All my essays are on the computer, but the actual notebook with my future essay notes, etc., was lost and I couldn't find it anywhere. I knew I could continue with the project just fine without it, but I just got too depressed. I've been depressed about my career anyway, and the child who I was writing about my maternity leave with turns four this summer, so the project just felt further and further away. The other day, I was looking at a ripped up binding in my bookcase, thinking it belonged to an ancient little book on Marie Antoinette that belonged to my mother as a child. I pulled it out - and it was really my notebook! I am still battling the inertia, but I feel much better about it!