Even though the late, great playwright and script doctor Tom Stoppard was known for dense, gorgeously ornate works that tangled with politics, philosophy, physics, and eternity, he did not go in for self-examination or navel-gazing.
Instead, he once told The Guardian, he preferred just letting himself rip on the page:
A writer ought to be the best possible source about their work, but the writing instinct doesn’t come out of self-examination. That part of yourself in your work is expressed willy-nilly, without your cooperation, motivation or collusion. You can’t help being what you write and writing what you are…
Chris Barsanti 
And yet he had the most memorable things to say about words–shelters for the rest of us to crawl into when all else fails, self-examination and navel-gazing becoming a last resort before moving on. But the script doctoring… had no idea, and wonder why George Lucas didn’t maybe reach out for the first two prequels, not that there’d ever have been any chance of salvage, though I’m severely digressing into teleological matters now, with apologies. Ah well, paraphrasing Moon from Hound, “Sometimes I dream of Stoppard.”
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