Two weeks later, you've burned the midnight oil to produce a first draft of The Prince's Wedding, full of heroic deeds and heartbreaking loss. But you suspect that Matty will not appreciate getting the manuscript fresh from your fevered brain without any effort being made to polish it.
Besides, this can't just be a good story. It has to be a good play. Drink in hand, lamp burning low, you commence attacking your own manuscript with the editorial pen.