The scene. A bedroom, a council flat in London. FATHER and MOTHER are boxing up DAUGHTER’s belongings, dividing them into two boxes. There is a television in the room.
Yes, another one. And I know there are many because when I was stuck and procrastinating in the middle of my latest redraft, I read them all. And I found them useless.
So, on the off-chance that there are other procrastinating playwrights out there trawling through blogs on redrafting and that some of them are exactly like me and will find all my techniques useful, here are my pearls of (dubious) wisdom.