How I Draw on Public Transport
Stuff my toast and marmite in my mouth, bolt down a bucket-sized coffee. Cram my drawings into a card backed pad. Wedge the pad into a big envelope. Put the envelope in a thick plastic bag. Put the bag in my rucksack. Grab my pencil case, and flail for the train as if chased by rabid wolverines, still chewing toast and forgetting my lunch half the time.
When on the train, slide my pad out of the envelope, making me quick on the draw. Shuffle to roughly my usual place, while busy people do that peculiar 'mustn't-make-physical-contact-with-strangers' foxtrot. Accept that sometimes the train is bumpy, that people will push past me, or jog me as they fish in their bags during the archaeological dig for their phone. It is not intentional. No matter how bad the hair day, getting irked won't smooth the knots. Grin and share it.
If I don't want people to talk to me, put in some earphon