So you take the best part of a bottle of scotch and black out in front of the keyboard. When you wake up there will be a screenplay that just needs a polishing pass to remove all the irrelevant, politically incorrect ranting and correct the typos. Of course I’m kidding, though I sometimes wistfully imagine being one of those old school guys who could get leathered while banging out a piece of work. I tend to write in fits and starts, requiring a bit of time to mull over scene