How a $0.25 Target Find Cracked My Heart Wide Open
I was digging through the closet in my office — past the safe, past a box of DVDs I still refuse to let go of (don’t judge me, we all have one) — and my hand landed on something spiral-bound. Then another. Then another. All different colors, purchased different years. By the time I sat back on my heels, I had six college-ruled spiral notebooks stacked in my lap, the kind you’d grab off a Target back-to-school shelf for a quarter back in the day. A quarter! I think they’re two dollars now if they’re a penny. Inflation has come for even our notebooks, y’all.
I didn’t open the first one expecting anything. I thought maybe old to-do lists, maybe some scratch paper from a job I don’t even remember having. Instead, I opened a time capsule of my own handwriting — dated pages, undated pages, poems, journal entries pouring out feelings I’d clearly needed to pour out somewhere, and songs. So many songs. Most of them complete with chord charts scribbled in the margins, like twenty-something me knew exactly what she was doing even when the rest of her life felt like she had no idea.
Reading My Own Heart From Twenty Years Ago
Here’s the part I didn’t expect: reading those pages made me sad for her. For me. For the girl writing at midnight about heartbreak and loneliness and love she wasn’t sure would ever show up. Page after page of raw, unfiltered emotion — and somewhere around notebook three, I had the very clear thought: she needed a therapist. Or anti-depressants. Or honestly, both. Twenty-plus years ago, and I’m just now seeing it in black and white, ink smudged, pages worn soft at the corners.
But here’s the thing about a songwriter’s heart — even in the middle of the ache, she kept writing. She kept turning pain into melody, into rhyme, into something that might one day be sung out loud instead of just felt in silence. That’s the gift and the burden of being a lyricist. You don’t just feel things — you have to write them down until they make sense.
And now, twenty years later, I get to be the one who finally gives those songs the ending they were waiting for.
Bringing the Notebooks Back to Life
This is where it got really fun. I started using Claude to help transcribe my absolute chicken scratch handwriting — because let’s be honest, songwriter handwriting in the heat of inspiration is not exactly calligraphy. Claude helped me decode the scribbles, fill in the blanks where pages faded or ink smudged, and gently polish these decades-old drafts into full, sing-ready songs — while keeping every ounce of my original heart intact. Then I take those lyrics into Suno AI to actually produce the music, turning handwritten chord charts from a 2004 notebook into real, listenable songs in 2026.
It’s such a strange and beautiful bridge — my younger self with a pen and a notebook, my current self with AI tools I never could have imagined back then, working together to finally finish what she started. I’ve already pulled nine songs out of just one notebook: songs about waiting for real love, about heartbreak from both sides of a goodbye, about gratitude after the storm, even a genuinely goofy one about a man bag written with one of the most fun people I’ve ever known. Five more notebooks are waiting on my shelf. I have no idea what’s in them yet, and that’s half the thrill.
Here’s a glimpse at one of the songs:
Why I’m Sharing This With You
My heart breaks a little for who I was back then. But I am so, so glad she wrote it all down. Every messy page, every half-finished chorus, every “I don’t know where this is going but I have to write it anyway” — she left me a gift. And I want to share that gift with you.
This is what independent songwriting has always meant to me: taking real feelings — even the hard, unfinished, unresolved ones — and turning them into something that might help someone else feel less alone. If you’ve ever found an old journal and wondered who you even were back then, I hope this makes you feel a little less alone in that too.
I’ll be sharing these restored notebook songs right here on the blog as they’re finished, so if today’s story moved you even a little, stick around — there’s a lot more in these pages.
Don’t miss what’s coming next. Drop a comment below and tell me — have you ever found old journals or notebooks from your younger self? What did you do with them? I’d love to hear your story.
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