bekah brunstetter
Bekah Brunstetter I care deeply. About a lot of things. Like really, really deep. Ow
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February 15th, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

Dear the two People who walked out during my play:

Was it something I said, or didn’t say? What is it something I did?

Is it just me? Or did you just have to pee?

Were you just hungry?

Do you want to be followed? Should I follow you?

Should I follow you home and into your house? Should I ask you to show me your heart?

Should I lean in while you show me?

Should I then get up abruptly and leave?

Would you follow me?

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February 13th, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

HUGE NEWS: MTC Stage Management has been doing a CAKE OF THE WEEK all through the rehearsal process, with PICTURES AND FUN FACTS for all to read.



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Why I’m Tired

February 2nd, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

I hate it when people are like, I’m so busy and tired, here’s why I’m so busy and tired, and yet, I feel compelled to document the absurdity that was January. And so I’ve gathered these facts, for my own amusement, and maybe yours:

January 4th, my last This is Us episode started pre-production.

Jan 6th, The Cake started rehearsal in NYC.

January 10th-11th, the This is Us writers went to Vegas where I ate all of the tequila and the hotel moaned all night like it was crying, preventing any sort of sleep.

January 12th, I (with consistent help from Morrison, who managed to turn it into a weird game) started shooting myself up with hormones twice a day, in hopes of harvesting some eggs / making us some embryos at the end of the month.

January 15th my episode started filming. I gave myself shots each morning and night, worked 12 hour days, grew increasingly tired and perhaps emotional, but perhaps maybe it’s normal to sob when you pass teachers protesting in the rain? I stole naps when I could. I tried to focus. I humbly ate from whatever trough of mashed potatoes was provided between scenes.

January 21st my episode wrapped.

January 22-27 I spent each day at the doctor, getting bloodwork and ‘wandwork,’ if you will, increasing hormone dosages, crying at fingernails, drinking whole grain goldfish crackers like vitamin water.

January 28th I went under, eggs came out (TO GREAT SUCCESS / MORE ON THAT LATER.)

Jan 29th I flew to NYC with IV tape gum still pulling at my arm hairs to check in with The Cake, watched three days of run-throughs, gave notes,  continued to try and understand and communicate my play, saw some shows, saw some favorite people, ate meatloaf alone, had some meetings about some potentially very exciting new things. Last night, I got to the airport, found an empty outlet, dropped my things, collapsed onto a weird stool and just sat there, and realized, that I was exhausted.

And just for a moment I wondered, Why?


And then I realized that I was so tired because my dreams are coming true, sort of slowly and immediately at the same time.  And then I realized that when dreams come true, it’s exhausting. And then I decided: if you’re not careful, you’ll actually  miss your own dreams coming true. You’ll confuse them with fatigue. Then I decided to forever try and associate Tired with dreams coming true. Except of course when I am actually, really just tired, in which case, I will just GO TO SLEEP. GNIGHT, SEE YOU IN MARCH

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January 4th, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

And other lines that will NOT appear in Ingrid Michaelson and I’s musical adaptation of THE NOTEBOOK!!!!!!!

We’ve been busying working on this for the last year and a half (SO BUSY THAT I CAN’T FIND THE TIME TO FIGURE OUT HOW TO WORK THE NEW INTERFACE OF MY BLOG AND PUT A WORD TO CLICK THAT LEADS TO A LINK.)  Yesterday, we finally announced it, and it was thrilling to see / hear people’s joy and anticipation over it. It’s a beautiful story that extends even further  beyond what the movie captured. I won’t say much, as there’s still much work to do and figure out, but I will say I am loving being in NC in the 30s and 40s, exploring and honoring the reality of Alzheimer’s, and pretending like as long as I’m in my car, I CAN SING LIKE A SPECIAL MAGIC BROADWAY BIRD. More soon!
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why to answer the phone

September 1st, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter


Very Very Nice Telemarketer Guy: HELLO! This is MARK! Calling from the Geffen THEATER! The Geffen Theater would like to thank you for being a subscriber in the past, and would like to invite you to subscribe to our upcoming SEASON! In fact, our first show starts previews September TENTH! Do you know anything about the show?

Me:….Yes! I wrote it!

(A long pause in which Mark either cries or stabs a pen into his leg.)

Mark: ….I thought your name sounded familiar! I’m so sorry!

Me: No worries, Mark! I’ll be there.

Mark: Hahahahahahahaha I would hope so hahahahahahahahahahaha

Me: Mark?

Mark: Hmm?

Me: Be nice to yourself today.

Mark: Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha

Me: Do I need to come hug you?


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these faces, forever

August 22nd, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

I could look at these fine faces and watch them act my words for forever, and with the Geffen remount, I KINDA GET TO. GET YOUR TICKETS NOWWWWWWW (as opposed to Then.)

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July 3rd, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

I straight up dreamt last night that I was in a theater, and I was happy.  Like I was in a theater, a dark and slightly cold theater, my favorite place, watching a rehearsal of a play I’d written some eight years ago, THIS PLAY, in fact:

…and I was just watching the actors act the words that I wrote, build on them and make them better, clarify my own intentions, and I was just sitting there thinking to myself, I love this. A pure and uncynical and grateful love. And then I had to go next door to another theater because there were some other people rehearsing another one of my old plays, and so I just sat with them for a while and watched them work. And I just sat there loving what I do, in love with sitting in cold places and observing the magic seconds when a thing that’s lived only in my head starts to exist with other people and outside of myself, in love with the the moments when we’re all so slightly cold, and all so happy to be there.


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June 11th, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter


Last night, in his acceptance speech, Andrew Garfield dedicated his Tony for his performance in Angels in America to the LGBTQ community, and made some comment, a la ‘let’s bake a cake for everyone!’ I was not watching the Tony’s, as I was too busy spiraling into self-loathing over rewrites on a thing that could one day maybe actually GET me an actual Tony, but I received a bunch of sweet texts and emails from people watching, as I am now forever associated with Cake (ASK ME IF I’M MAD AT IT/ I’M NOT.) So for now, let’s just shout into the universe, I WON (BY WHICH I MEAN ANDREW GARFIELD WON AND THEN SAID A THING THAT REMINDED PEOPLE OF SOMETHING I WROTE) A TONY!

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Andrea G.

April 24th, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

As I may have mentioned here before, I tend to read most of my reviews because a.) GOSH, I LOVE PAIN  and b.) I truly feel like I can learn from them,  if I read them with one eye open  (keeping the other eye that scans every moment and room I’m in for reasons to doubt myself carefully closed.) I happened upon this review of the Chicago production of the Cake the other day, and for reasons I decided NOT to unpack in a middle of the night email to the critic, it upset me deeply. I let it go for a few days, then yesterday, decided to revisit it, because again, I LOVE PAIN and also because with the initial sting having settled, I wanted to see what I could learn, as I’m still tweaking the play. And lo and behold, an angel woman named Andrea G. had left this beautifully articulated comment on the review  (my favorite parts in bold):

You are missing the point. Hear me out. There it was- my life on the stage. That NEVER happens. The real side of being a gay woman. Finally something REAL. You still have to love your family. You still have to reach across the table. Because we still need to live in our current lives. Della is lovable because most of the time your family member is lovable. I have a ton of Dellas in my live. And I wish I could be braver like Jen and work through them all. But you choose those like Della who really love you and you work it through. So you both grow. And it HURTS. Are you not gay? Or are you not a woman? Because that is the way women deal with things. Slowly and painfully. I’ll give this, then you give that, slowly. If you are really really lucky it ends well. I am still bruised as I am sure every lesbian who left the theater. You say it is intellectually and emotionally unnutritious. That is INSANE. This is family not the government or your job. You have to give people time to change, reevaluate and change some more. Dissuading others from seeing it because it doesn’t fit into the cookie cutter liberal “should,” is keeping people from actually seeing their lives in art. Not a fantasy of how life should be, but how it is. Because the play you are asking for wouldn’t hit home for me. It is a fantasy for me- where I sit down with my aunt and have a conversation about identities It wouldn’t be emotional because it would never happen. Because that is what your said privileged people do- conversations about identities. Not us poor blue collar folks. And your attitude towards Della is elitist and condescending. Yes she is a bigot. But your (and Macy’s attitude) is not so nice either.

ANDREA G., you are why I write plays. Thank you for speaking for me, with me.


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Chicago Cake!

April 13th, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

Today, on things that I forgot and then remembered: Chicago theater is incredible, basically everything about it, but namely the actors, who are BARELY ACTING AT ALL, who are present and human and are just happened upon in dramatic moments.  I popped over to see the Cake at Rivendell Theater Company in Edgewater and I am so very glad I did. The entire city is dotted with ballsy and self-sufficient companies, their theaters tucked into the storefronts that used to be restaurants and bars, their warm lobbies decorated however they dang please, LIKE MAYBE WITH CUTE VINTAGE APRONS EVERYWHERE PERHAPS IF THE PLAY IS CAKE-THEMED:

Then the theaters themselves are limitless boxes where the once off-off-off-offoffoffoff OFF broadway playwright can come home again.

All plays should be born in Chicago, get their legs before the get put in bigger, shinier boxes. OH WAIT, THEY KIND OF ALREADY ARE.


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