bekah brunstetter
Bekah Brunstetter I care deeply. About a lot of things. Like really, really deep. Ow
playwright in brooklyn, NY

THESE TURKEYS

November 23rd, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

As I’m sure all five of you noticed, my blog was non-existent yesterday for some reason, and so for maybe the third time in ten years, I couldn’t tell you what kind of gummy bear I was eating or what I was worried about. THANK GOD IT’S BACK UP TODAY, so I can tell you how grateful I am for these particular turkeys:

My Dad, who has just acquired his dream retirement home and life on Smith Mountain Lake, Virginia:

And my niece nugget Olivia, who mostly enjoys making faces at herself in the mirror.

SAME, LIVY. SAME.

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bathwater of choice

November 21st, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

A combination of a series of long and draining weeks and  it being almost Thanksgiving  makes me want to submerge myself in a giant vat of butternut squash soup, and then rest on the warm top  like a tiny roasted and salted pepita or a small and decorative piece of raddish, and just float there for days. THAT WOULD BE MOST GOURDGEOUS.

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Kitchen what; kitchen who?

November 20th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

SOFT CLOSE CABINETS

FARMER’S SINK

CHAMPAGNE BRONZE PULLS

AND OTHER THINGS I DIDN’T KNOW ABOUT UNTIL A MONTH AGO

NEW FAVORITE PLACE IN THE WORLLLLDDDDDD!

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LOOK NO FURTHER

November 19th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Just yesterday, I fretted that I didn’t so much have any new ideas to work on. But the thing with new inspiration is, IT IS A PANTHER IN THE NIGHT. You needn’t find it, it will find you. Today, I unpacked a box my mom sent me, a  bunch of my old pictures / journals / books,  and happened upon my next two projects. They  have just been lying in wait for me to return to them for some 25 years. COMING SOON:

Santa Wants a Daughter

Sylvie and the Homeless

Are they children’s plays? Are they Lifetime movies? Are they Freeform series? ARE THEY FUNNY OR DIE SHORTS? WHO EVEN KNOWS OR CARES, THEY WRITE THEMSELVES

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room / view

November 18th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

I don’t know what I ever did to deserve this, but I NOW HAVE AN OFFICE WITH NAVY BLUE WALLS AND  A WHITE AND GOLD CHAIR AND A FIREPLACE AND A VIEW OF THE HILLS. The Hills? I don’t know if they are like, THE Hills, if that’s a thing, but they are hills. Sure. In it, I can shut out the world and ‘write.’ I currently don’t know what this thing called ‘writing’ is, as my brain is too full of things like KNOBS! and HOW TO MAKE STOVE WORK to entertain any sort of creative thought, but   it has apparently afforded me the luxury of a place to write in, and so HERE’S HOPING WRITING BRAIN RETURNS.  (It’s a summer cold; it always does.)

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Inclusivity

November 17th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Today, on when will I️ learn to stop letting photographers tell me touch my face/ but also when will I️ ever stop letting a bad picture nearly ruin my day and rock my self esteem to the point that it eclipses whatever the article is actually about:

Hollywood is gradually become less cliquish, more diverse, welcoming the points of views of a wide array of people such as human toes with hair who write plays, and NOW ALSO INCLUDING TIRED OLD BABIES. WAAAAAA / DRINKS FORMULA / WRITES WILL / TAKES NAP

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Home is where your socks and cat and vodka are

November 16th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

So maybe during this week of transitioning into a new home, I also have an episode in production which means 14 hour days, but at the end of each one, I get to go Home to the essentials.

Not pictured: Husband; ALSO ESSENTIAL.

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I’m old

November 15th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

We are slowly filling our house with grown up things, and so I’ve been using my down time on set this week to hunt for stuff. Here are some of my STOOL SAMPLES.

SEE WHAT I️ DID THERE? NO? YOU MUST NOT BE A 57 YEAR OLD MAN WITH A LIMITED AND LITERAL SENSE OF HUMOR IE MY TARGET AUDIENCE

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THIS IS GHOSTS

November 14th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Our DP grabbed this strange and awesome picture of me trying to make sense of the words I wrote while unbeknownst to me, Sterling lurked behind me menacingly, but it also might be a poster for an arthouse sitcom about co-worker ghosts?

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sup, bra?

November 13th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

For reasons I will surely spend the rest of my life trying to understand, my bra somehow just undid itself under my shirt. Working theories:

- my bra is a twelve year old boy

- somewhere on the Paramount Lot, there is an invisible twelve year old boy

- I am actually a twelve  year old boy

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