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

A.D. 16!

October 6th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter



WHEN: OCT 16 2017



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Let them in

October 1st, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

My first plays in college were very much just me trying to articulate and work through some things that were troubling me about my life, about the world and the way that I saw it. Being that I was all of 18-21, which is to say, very mature and deep and complicated, I, for the most part, kept these plays to myself, and didn’t share this part of myself with my parents. Over the years, this started to feel wrong, as there is little space between myself and my plays, so keeping my parents away from them was cutting them off from a big part of my Self. Last night we strolled through the classrooms where I wrote said first plays, then I sat with them as they watched The Cake. My feelings could be described as ‘terror’ and ‘worry’ and ‘wanting to at the same time vomit and cry’ and ‘where is wine’ but now, on the other side of it, I feel lucky and liberated  and open,  having shared. Why do the work if you can’t share it with the people who made you? IF A PLAY FALLS IN AN UNDERGRADUATE THEATER BUILDING, DO ANY PARENTS HEAR IT AT ALL? (Because they should.)

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the Fullest of Circles

September 30th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

It is maybe a TINY BIT NERVE WRACKING to return to your college town / college theater where you wrote your first play to watch a play that you wrote about the icky locked corners of your morality and consciousness, and by tiny bit, I mean  Chapel Hill now has four less bottles of white wine, and I actually almost leapt out of the car on the drive there.  BUT, swell news: not only is the Playmaker’s production of The Cake beautiful and a thing to be proud of,  I got to see it sandwiched between my sisters:

I met these two in the  drama department some 15 years ago, Blaine with her backless tank tops and Camino Real monologues, Carrie with her glorious singing voice and princess hair. Playwrights: a play SHOULD feel personal, to the point of burning self consciousness, but to protect yourself from those feelings while you watch your work, I highly recommend zipping yourself up in a sleeping bag of old friends, and watching from that safe place.

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always On

September 24th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

An actor is never not working, networking, business-ing. There is no acting and not acting, there is only life. Conversations are dialogue. Clothes are costumes. FURNITURE STORES ARE SETS.

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September 21st, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Oftentimes when I read an unfavorable review of a play of mine, my first thought is to send the reviewer a long and earnest email defending my work, but I usually talk myself out of it,  let the impulse fade. Also, what is a blog if not a VERY SAFE PLACE TO INDIRECTLY SHOUT THINGS AT PEOPLE? And so today, in this safe place: HEY REVIEWERS, IF YOU DON’T LIKE MY PLAY, THAT IS TOTALLY FINE AND GREAT AND YOU ARE ENTITLED TO YOUR OPINION, BUT MAYBE DON’T POST THE REVIEW ON FACEBOOK AND TAG ME PERSONALLY IN IT  SO THAT MY GRANDMOTHER / KINDERGARTEN TEACHER / HIGH SCHOOL EX BOYFRIENDS / CO-WORKERS / KIDS THAT I USED TO BABYSIT THAT ARE NOW IN COLLEGE CAN ALL KNOW WHAT A TERRIBLE WRITER AND HUMAN BEING YOU THINK I AM? Maybe leave my falsely constructed sense of a positive self image, a page where I’m doing okay and I only have one chin, where life is grand, alone? Maybe just write and share your review with your publication, as you were hired to do, but maybe don’t come after me personally as if slapping my face with a glove? Maybe? Hmm?

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The Bakery

September 13th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

I am INFINITELY GRATEFUL that The Cake is getting a handful of productions across the country this season. First up: at Playmakers Rep, the resident theater company at UNC Chapel Hill, where I wrote my first ever plays. FULL CIRCLE MUCH? It starts preview performances tonight, and as per always, I am there in spirit, haunting the aisles, nervously chewing on my hair. Aside from just being stoked that the play is getting a life, when oftentimes plays open and close and then recede into document folders and internet history where they slowly atrophy — I mostly can’t wait to see ALL OF THE DIFFERENT BAKERY SETS. Check out this gorgeousness:

I just want to live my entire life on the set of a bakery. But with running water and actual cakes. I think I just mean I want to live my life inside of an actual bakery / CALLS CONTRACTOR / REQUESTS THAT NEW HOUSE INSTEAD JUST BE TURNED INTO AN ACTUAL BAKERY

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August 28th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

It’s unfortunate, but it oftentimes takes a personal connection to a tragedy to make it seem more real.  But such are humans, and such also is tragedy, I guess. These southern Texas floods are devastating, and to make them about me, like we do: I was just in Houston in February to develop The Cake at the Alley theater, which looks like this when it’s NOT underwater:

A video posted by a playwright yesterday shows rushing water almost up to that parking sign. There aren’t words, really, but there can be action: Click here to toss the Red Cross some dough for the victims. Houston buds: wishing you safety and dryness and tacos and peace.

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I kale deeply

August 22nd, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

I dreamt I went back to the theater to get the only existing copy of The Cake so that I could rewrite it (no such thing as computers in this dream world). I frantically looked for it everywhere, and finally one of the producers handed it to me. It had turned into a bowl of sautéed kale.  I strapped the bowl into the passenger seat of my car, and drove it home. At home I searched through the bowl for a particular moment in the play I wanted to fix. It had turned into a piece of garlic stuck towards the bottom. I wondered how to turn a bowl of kale into a word document. I couldn’t figure it out, so I ate it.

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August 5th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Today, on The Cake is really just the Gift that keeps on Giving: LILY TOMLIN. Backstory: a few weeks ago, a lovely woman named Geri reached out to me — she read about The Cake in the paper, and recognized my last name, because she grew up in Brooklyn with my Grandmother Roberta, who passed away a while back, who I have always longed to know more about. Geri lives in Florida, but sent one of her dear friends to see the play, who just so happens to be another lovely lady who, for me, will always be the brilliant comedienne who is responsible for the most stunningly accurate toddler impersonation the world has EVER SEEN:

And so last night, one Ms. Lily Tomlin came to see The Cake, and as per, after there was a lot of hand shaking, hugging, half-sentences, and just a whole lot of Glee, just in general.

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‘when you hit a wall, just kick it in’

August 1st, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Yesterday we lost a brilliant playwright / thinker / actor / human, Sam Shepard, to Lou Gehrig’s disease. Just as every theater person ever has now expressed on the internet: I, too, was obsessed with his plays in college and grad school: Buried Child, True West, Fool for Love, Curse of the Starving class. They taught me how a play could be a poem that was alive,  but that also contained active human beings who want things. His characters are brutally honest and his imagery is effortless. In his honor, I’m spending my lunch break hanging out with his memory via some of his quotes.  A few favorites:

“Look it – you start out as an artist, I started out when I was nineteen, and you’re full of defenses. You have all of this stuff to prove. You have all of these shields in front of you. All your weapons are out. It’s like you’re going into battle. You can accomplish a certain amount that way. But then you get to a point where you say, “But there’s this whole other territory I’m leaving out.” And that territory becomes more important as you grow older. You begin to see that you leave out so much when you go to battle with the shield and all the rest of it. You have to start including that other side or die a horrible death as an artist with your shield stuck on the front of your face forever. You can’t grow that way. And I don’t think you can grow as a person that way, either. There just comes a point when you have to relinquish some of that and risk becoming more open to the vulnerable side, which I think is the female side. It’s much more courageous than the male side.”

“I hate endings. Just detest them. Beginnings are definitely the most exciting, middles are perplexing and endings are a disaster. … The temptation towards resolution, towards wrapping up the package, seems to me a terrible trap. Why not be more honest with the moment? The most authentic endings are the ones which are already revolving towards another beginning. That’s genius.”

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