I keep a notebook.
A few notebooks.
Well, several notebooks.
I have them in my car, my handbag, my work bag, my gym bag.
My notebooks live on my desk and various horizontal surfaces .
And on my notebook shelf, too.
I review my entries and organize my notes and write things from the inspiration they provide.
I search frantically through each of them for that contact info I jotted down.
Because I wrote it in the wrong one.
And I go through them again and reorganize my notebooks.
I admire my shelf full.
Then I buy more notebooks.
I buy pens.
Many thanks to Dvortygirl, who provided the photo I modified for the graphic.