I’m finding it very very useful to go back to the first draft of plays and just take a look. Usually my first drafts are short and messy and insane, but ALWAYS, somewhere in there, there is the nugget of the story I wanted to tell, the thing that was lighting me on fire to begin with. After months and months and drafts and drafts, this nugget can get buried beneath my attempts at ‘plot’. The play is getting better, hopefully, but the nugget: sometimes lost. It’s always refreshing to go back to the beginning, when I was naked, and hanging out with some forest animals. When I was pure, before things got nuts.

I owe my overuse of the word ‘nugget’ to Blaine.