It happened frequently. Six writers couldn’t possibly hope to agree on anything, which was why scripts were written in advance. The average impasse lasted three weeks.
“But how can Eliza fall in love with His Lordship? In episode 4, she declared her hatred for him!” Writer 3 fumed, incensed by the suggestion of an affair.
Writer 5 doodled, an image appearing slowly on the page. “I have an idea,” the suggestion was tentative. “Eliza could stumble upon His Lordship working in the fields. Topless, of course.”
The others nodded. “Mmm, that might work.”