Like potato chips, I can’t seem to have just one. I have a main one, a black spiral bound one that lays flat. I also have: a moleskin in my purse, another in my car, a grey one for a specific group I am a part of, and a digital one, if you count Evernote.
Sometimes they house lists, sometimes it’s doodles, sketches, or meeting notes. And none ever seem to be with in arms reach when you have a sudden burst of creativity/a eureka moment about something you’ve been working on for MONTHS.
And then sometimes, they’re exactly where you need them to be, when you need them. Pencil ready! (I’m a fan of pencils more than pens, something about knowing I can erase and change my mind, relaxes any anxiety I have about brainstorming.)