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

Doing IT ALL.

July 23rd, 2014 by Bekah Brunstetter

I moved to LA for work, and so, when in LA, I have always been working. Last hiatus, I skipped town for a theater conference, then had to find a new place to live as soon as I got back. But this Summer, I have the pleasure of a few weeks’ staycation. Today, Universal Studios:

To say that I am milking and making the most of every second of my time off would be THE MOST OF ALL OF THE UNDERSTATEMENTS.

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This and This

July 22nd, 2014 by Bekah Brunstetter

I scored that Cat Stevens greatest hits record which is my new hey, let’s listen until it over and over until my neighbor thinks I’ve lost my mind / until  it absolutely disintegrates.  My sophomore year of college, I discovered Cat Stevens, perhaps a bit late in life, but still. I was particularly fixated on his song Father and Son (see side 2 / song 6 / over and over and over.)  My first play freshman year was so disgustingly personal that watching it made me nauseous, and so, I think I decided that my second play should be really not personal at all! But deeply dramatic in ways that mean nothing to me! Like involving a dead mom and a house fire! And so, I wrote Exit Plato, which was a play full of Cat Stevens songs and something about a missing cat and glasses of whole milk chugged between sentences a beautiful swing that hung from the Grid  that I still will never forget. I can’t remember what linked it all, but it was something like me trying to turn the way his songs made me feel into scenes. Cleaning out my desk last week, I found a page from it:

Please note that in typical Second Play by 19 year old Fashion,  characters names are spelled in strange ways for no reason whatsoever (Graycie?) and that also, characters say the other characters name AT LEAST EVERY OTHER SENTENCE IN CASE YOU KNOW THEY HAD FORGOTTEN WHO THEY WERE TALKING TO.

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I am not a machine

July 21st, 2014 by Bekah Brunstetter

In theory, I am at the point where I am supposed to be coming up with my own tv show ideas but I just don’t have them. Nothing formed. My ideas are still Plays.  I have maybe sentences, or one character who does a thing, or one place that’s cool. Fragments. Nothing full. At first I felt bad about this, but then I realized: I just finished a massive new play and all of my thinking went there. My brain is fried. I’m spent. What’s more, I am not an idea machine and this is fine.  I can only really date one idea at a time, and I can’t cheat on one with another. I’m faithful and loyal and obsessed. But: I might need to train my brain to build story around tiny things.  Perhaps, this is TV. In the meantime, here is a list of small interesting things that will not be coming to a TV in your house at all anytime soon:

- A Standards and Practices Lady

- people who grow blueberries?

- Drought

- tiny Chairs!

- The economy?

- irrational  fear of Cancer.

- …..blueberries

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this is what You mean to me

July 20th, 2014 by Bekah Brunstetter

I don’t really know who ‘you’ is. I think I mean my blog, but also all of You. Who are you? Hi.

This, weekend, I was here:

Palm Springs desert beauty, for my friend’s 30th birthday. I did not bring my computer, so as to, you know, fully disconnect. But my phone crapped out and had to go to sleep away camp (THIS IS WHAT THE GENIUSES ACTUALLY CALL IT) and so I got a replacement phone which would not let me log into my blog app #peoplewithphonesproblems and I spent a fair amount of time worrying about this, as if I was on assignment, or deadline, as if, I did not blog one day, I would promptly cease to be. Having not made a cyber mark I would just, you know, turn to pixels then to sand. Eventually I made peace with it and let it go until someone brought out their laptop which I crazily and immediately bogarted for blogging. Call me crazy, or call me crazy committed to You, to this arguably meaningless thing that has so very much meaning to me.

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THE MOST FUN.

July 19th, 2014 by Bekah Brunstetter

I hereby dedicate the rest of my summer to finding something even MORE FUN than watching a large man leap onto a inflatable alligator (SPOILER: I WON’T.)

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I has lawyer?

July 18th, 2014 by Bekah Brunstetter

(I don’t know how to talk about this without sounding like a total D bag, so I’m hoping that that statement alone protects me from douchebagery.)

This week, I’ve been meeting with potential lawyers,  for incorporation / for deals / for guidance. My career (I have  a career!) is progressing, and mo money more problems, and it’s important that I protect myself legally and financially. All of the contenders have been so impressive: kind, smart, knowledgable, excited for me and about me,  repping people like,  I don’t know, like Speilberg, like Scorsese, like Tony Kushner.  After the last meeting, I found myself swimming in a sea of parking validation tickets and indecision, so instead of deciding, I caught a wave straight into one of those mildly overpriced boutiques full of well made things that smell gently of berries and leather, where young Bekah never would have gone, and purchased for myself this fine and tiny leather satchel, as a girl with a lawyer should say Bye to her forever 21 purse that’ stuck full of gum from two years ago.

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uncouth

July 17th, 2014 by Bekah Brunstetter

There I was, innocently exiting the CVS, when a crazy and seemingly homeless man sped by on a child’s bike and loudly instructed me, in so many words, to perform a sexual act on an African American Man.  I don’t know which is more rude:  his words themselves, or the fact that he threw them at me while gliding by on wheels, so that were I to have a retort to his orders, he would not even have to hear them. Did his mother teach him NOTHING? When you meet a young lady in the street and are compelled to order her to perform sexual acts on an African American man, you SAY IT TO HER FACE, WHILE YOU ARE STATIONARY. HOW RUDE.

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GOLFSPORT!

July 16th, 2014 by Bekah Brunstetter

I am partially dedicating this hiatus to exploring every sport possible in the LA area, and so yesterday with my texas good ol’ boy friend Stephen, who, thankfully, is also a south paw and so could share his clubs: GOLFSPORT! I did not Par or hole in One, but I Drove and sliced? and knocked a lot of playable balls on the green with my nine iron. GOLFWORDS!

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Academia

July 15th, 2014 by Bekah Brunstetter

Some other SAB writers and I did a Q and A today with some USC students who are spending their summer compiling research on diversity in TV and Film. They’re combing through the top 100 grossing movies from 2013 and compiling data: the usage of female leads, minority characters, etc. 1.) I remember before I started working in TV, the process was such a mystery, and so I always love engaging in some realtalk with aspiring writers, so that the process is less evasive to them.  2.) I am comforted by the fact that there’s a conference room of smart undergrads somewhere devoting their summer to studying every little thing. 3.) FREE SANDWICHES.

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IT IS A WRAP.

July 14th, 2014 by Bekah Brunstetter

Switched at Birth Season 3 Done WRAPPED (well, is today wrapping, but last night, we wrap partied). And what is a wrap party without the obligatory writers and producers with weird hats and props Photo Booth picture, and so, HERE IT IS! I love these people with all of my feelings.

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