Sketching. That's basically what I do. Sketching and doodling and idea writing.
But first, let me just give a shout out to sequins and glitter, which make my word go round, even on Easter Sunday.
Sometimes, when you're riding around in the passenger seat of a car and you want to draw, all that's available to you as a writing utensil is a stinky, lime green Mr. Sketch marker.
Or maybe that's the type of situation only I encounter.
What to do? You take the marker and run with it. Until you can locate a crappy, intended for kids colored pencil.
Then you sketch your son's pouty Easter face.
And you bear the burden of kids cracked out on sugar from the three Easter baskets a piece they received that day, until you can tuck in later that night with embroidery, tea and macarons.
"No candy for you!"