The writer has to force himself to work. He has to make his own hours and if he doesn't go to his desk at all there is nobody to scold him.
“Yes, sir. I'm a real Southern boy. I got a red neck, white socks, and Blue Ribbon beer.”
“I better make the plot good. I wanted to make it grip people on the first page and have a big turning point in the middle, as there is, and construct the whole thing like a roller coaster ride.”