Writing: Soccer-mom Style

Last Christmas, my dear friend Heather Greer gave me the cutest little notebooks. Big enough to be able write something but small enough to fit in a purse. I'd only used them on a couple of occasions before now. But we're in soccer season again, which means sometimes I spend an evening sitting on the side of a field while my nine-year-old gets some energy out and the sun sets.
At first, I thought I would just take a book and let myself enjoy the "quiet." Then, I realized the hour could be used even better.

I really want to be writing my next story, Beauty School and the Beast. But I'm having trouble finding time to write right now. I'm editing several stories for others, expecting edits for Fairest Inn All soon, and running crazy with all my jobs and family obligations. But God had given me this hour of time where I didn't really need to be doing anything else.
I pulled out my pretty notebook and scribbled (seriously--my handwriting is getting downright lazy) several pages to open my new story. Is it perfect? Nope. Would it be perfect if I had risked taking my laptop? Nope. But you know what? It's something I can edit later. And that's all you need.
So, here's my new normal. Sitting in the glow of sunset and stadium lights, jotting ideas down longhand, in the hopes of being able to get it all in my computer soon so I can get it in your hands in 2027.
What's the strangest place you think I've written? Can you imagine a stranger place? Where do you think authors usually write?