Studio 60 arrives on Twitter...

Perfectly timed to coincide with my having just re-watched Studio 60, look what I've just found.

I'll be interested to see how that turns out, and how long it lasts: it's different with the West Wing, where there is always new, real political stuff to talk about, and we know much more about the characters' lives and relationships. But these guys are going to have to come up with their own plotlines, and stay in sync with each other as they do so - no mean feat.

It's about a year since Josh and Donna started the craziness of West Wing roleplay - Donna had been around for a while, but it was no fun till Josh showed up. Since then, virtually every character ever mentioned - including Josh's mum, and Gail the goldfish - have joined.

It looks like Harriet and Jordan still need people to run their twitter accounts. I can recommend it as a very fun sport, but be warned - I've heard it's highly addictive.

3BT: Easter, summer dresses and yes, the novel

1. It's Easter Sunday: how amazing to celebrate that my Redeemer lives!

2. It's sunny and very warm and I get to wear my new summer Pepperberry dress, which I love. Plus, I now have the beginnings of a tan.

3. I am re-reading through the final draft of my novel, and it is not terrible. It is, in fact, actually quite good. I am pleased with it. I feel sad for my characters in all the appropriate places. Bring on the endless agent hunt!

Could it be that the book is finished?

I've written before about how I don't believe in writers' block. I may have spoken too soon.

For almost two years now, scenes for my novel, Inevitable, have been popping into my head. Sometimes with frightening regularity. Sometimes sporadically. And even when they have not, usually if I have sat down with paper and pen for long enough, an idea has come. Not always a great one. Sometimes one I have later cut. But an idea, nonetheless.

But here is the thing now: I brainstorm. I write from prompts. I read about DC. I teach the guy who is the inspiration for my main character. I mostly still take the long train/tram journeys during which scenes used to come to me, randomly but often. I do all the things that used to work - though admittedly I haven't watched any West Wing in a few weeks - and yet inspiration does not strike.

I spent yesterday depressed about this: I've been so looking forward to six whole days hanging out with my novel. And then it occurred to me - the reason might well be a good one. The reason might be that there's nothing more to say. That the book is finished. So instead I am reading through, editing bits and pieces, cutting scenes, finding synonyms for beautiful and deleting instances of the word "suddenly".

And getting ready to post a triumphant Facebook status update.

Three beautiful things, and all of them before lunch

1. I wake up to the weekly email from my writers' group. Great excitement this week as we have Claire reading out the opening chapter of her novel-in-progress. Not long later, another email lands in my inbox from a new friend I made at our writers' retreat: I know your West Wing-inspired novel is gonna kick a$$, she says, so I’m coming along with my ears wide open and my pencil sharpened. Do your thing!

2. My first lesson of the day is cancelled - and, thankfully, a hunch pre-warned me - and so instead of sitting endlessly on trains and trams and buses, I wander down to the Pain Quotidien for a late breakfast, and sit in the gorgeous sunshine, reading Hillary Clinton's autobiography and remembering another sunny day, when I picked it up outside a house in DC, from a box marked "free books". (Are there any more beautiful words in the English language?)

3. A text arrives from friends whom I love very much, telling me their second son has been born. This was a long-awaited child, and appropriately they've named him Isaac - meaning laughter.

3BT: seriously, only three?

1. New season, new clothes. It felt good, and according to my friend, it looked good. It's amazing how much difference a little thing like that can make. Thank you, Pepperberry!

2. A moment that caused me to be blown away by the goodness, love and sovereignty of God.

3. A satisfying ending to a fun, well-written, DC-based book: "Sammy's House" by Kristin Gore. Bridget Jones meets the West Wing - highly recommended if you enjoyed either of both of those.

Oh, and so much else. Brainstorming subplots, and their slowly starting to form. The excitement of current American politics. Homemade chocolate cake. My favourite Studio Sixty episode. And I was asked today what the high and low points of my week had been - it took me a while to think of a low point. This is not a usual thing for me - looks like writing this is doing wonders for my outlook!

3BT: grammar, sunshine, and writing

1. I spend a happy hour being paid to talk about adjectives, pronouns, and agreement in gender and number. Normally, we just chat and read text, and at 8 am this is all I can manage, but today, a full hour of grammar energises me. I hope it wasn't torture for her.

2. Sunshine, sunshine, sunshine. This may not be the last time I mention it. It lifts my mood, makes me hopeful about the possibilities that lie ahead rather than depressed about my rejection from the course in DC that I was hoping was my ticket to adventure (and romance).

3. My friend comes to talk to me unexpectedly about writing. She has that look in her eye: I know that look. Equal parts excited, terrified, inspired, hopeful. She's working on a novel. I am excited for her, and excited for me, because a writer friend is a valuable thing.

3BT: Gotham, deadlines met and swimming

1. Aimlessly, pointlessly, I hit refresh on the page where yesterday Gotham Writers' Workshop had an unmissable one-day only offer on a six-week online course that would be perfect for the summer, when work slows down. Yet my cliking is not aimless; it is not pointless. Their offer has been extended another day. I haven't missed it.

2. I meet both my translation deadlines: freedom from wordreference.com for a few days at least.

3. I grab a handful of my favourite cereal and head out into the sunshine to the swimming pool. I come back feeling relaxed, grateful for spring and long evenings, a little virtuous, and fully deserving of my pizza.