Workshopping a play is kind of like – or very like – swimming through the dark, messy swamp of your SOUL. As you get deeper and deeper, as you ‘unpack the scenes’ (like suitcases? I enjoy this image) you come across things you thought were long gone. Not gone, apparently: you just lost the last time you went swamp-diving. You emerge, tired and dirty, smelling of cars and feet and mud, but at least you can say, I touched the bottom, and this makes you sound very cool at parties.