The suite your publisher's installed you in free of charge (within reason, as you've discovered trying to order adequate dinners from Room Service) till you get your goddamn book done. Your deadline's three days away and you haven't written a solitary word. Not word one; zippo; nada city. Even if you could think of a word or (miracle of miracles) two you'd need to sober up massively before you could enter it into your laptop.