“How much make-up do you usually wear?” the make-up woman asks. I tell her I usually don’t wear any. “The natural look, then?”

She

by Afsaneh Gray

FATHER

MOTHER

DAUGHTER

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.

FATHER                                                                                                        MOTHER

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.