You might assume that what would make a writer happy is a regular column or a three-book deal or the chance to interview his or her idol/muse/inspiration/fave person but the pleasure is much simpler than that.
It's a new notebook. Crisp, fresh, clean, pure. Ready for crisp, fresh, clean, pure thoughts about these crisp, fresh, clean, pure autumn mornings.
What? You don't recognize lined paper in a spiral notebook and a ball point pen? That's true writing and sometimes those wonderful, awful, miraculous, sensational, horrible, secret thoughts flow better out of a pen and onto paper instead of bouncing off a keyboard to land on a screen.
For a writer, a new notebook is like a new year or the first day of school every three months.