“Sometimes I emerge, bleary-eyed, greasy, three days in the same clothes and nursing a killer headache after doing battle with a screenplay.

“I wander into town and look at the lucky people, going about their lives without this parasite of a story in their heads, gnawing away in every thought.

“But then… an abstract thought. It clicks. You mull it over, push it around, squeeze it and stretch it, try and make it go wrong, but eventually…

“Sometimes you have to change one word. Sometimes it’s a major rewrite. But when it’s done, you know it’s right. It’s beautiful. It’s alive.

“That’s the rush. That’s why I write.”