I’ve decided to debut a new song, possibly two, at my Summerfest show in 10 days. This would be fabulous if I had a new song, or two, completed. However, what I do have is a list of 8 songs that are in the works, and about 30 notebooks of all sizes where I’ve scratched out lyrics and ideas amid the to-do lists, journal entries, and promotion plans over the past few years.

Digging through my notebooks is oddly, oddly entertaining. Or maybe it just is for me. But if I’m ever famous, these things will be worth a mint to whoever wants to put me in the loony bin.

A few of the more random things I came across in my search for lyrics:

* a poem I wrote during college French
* quotes and ideas for my next tattoo (at least twice in every notebook)
* a list of everything I ever wanted to do or learn, when I was 21, regardless of how obscure
* artwork (i.e. pencil scribbles) by a then-3-year-old girl from an after school program where I used to work
* ideas for articles I intended to write during my brief foray into journalism

And my favorite, if only because it is so completely ridiculous and was such a waste of time and paper:
* every single name and phone number in my cell phone circa summer 2006, handwritten, in alphabetical order