They should do one of those Big Brother/Temptation Island thingies for writers. Six weeks with no internet, television or mobile phones in some beautiful paradise by the sea.Chatty procrastinators and pompous types would get voted off first, with the rest of the candidates crying in frustration and trying not to fall to pieces. Once a week the writers would have to read new chapters and their peers allow them to stay or go accordingly.Everyone acts supportive and claps when you read. Behind your back they stand around the fireplace and talk about how bad you writing is.At then end of the six weeks, the last one standing gets published. The losers get nothing but humble pie.But the viewers get the best bit. They get to see some very fragile egos go into fluctuating states of insecurity, anxiety, hysteria and despair. They get to witness the weird superstitious rites, compulsions and dysfunctional working habits of the truly obsessive.Here’s how I’ll present the treatment for television: pan out to shot of contestants relaxing around a hottub before someone mentions that the next assignment has dropped in length. Close-up of shocked faces followed by horror, as writers push each other out of the way, causing a stampede as they race back to their rooms, back to the safety of wordcount.OK. Maybe not.