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

GET OUTTA MY HEAD, CAR!

June 26th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

OH NOTHING, JUST MY CAR  RANDOMLY SELECTING TO PLAY MY ALL TIME FAVORITE SONG ON MY DRIVE TO WORK THIS MORNING, GIVING ME THE ULTIMATE SHOT OF OPTIMISM AND POSITIVITY WHICH I SO BADLY NEEDED,  CONFIRMING THAT LIFE IS GREAT AND ALSO OUR CARS KNOW US BETTER THAN WE KNOW OURSELVES AND ALSO I GUESS LISTEN TO US AND SENSE OUR FEELINGS SO I GUESS WE SHOULD BE SCARED BECAUSE THE FUTURE

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WEEEEEEEEE!

June 24th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

As a TV writer, I manipulate the universe, and the plot that happens inside of said universe, so that a character finds themselves trapped in a day in which the dance competition and also prom and also Mom’s surgery are all on the SAME. NIGHT. It’s usually a bit forced but we all just suspend our disbelief and pretend that that’s how life happens. WELL THIS WEEKEND, IN MY ACTUAL LIFE, my parents are here, my play is in tech, I’m writing an episode, and we put an offer on a House. WATCH ME DO IT ALL! IT’S GOING TO BE HILARIOUS / DROPS PLATE / CRIES

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ten year blogiversary!

June 18th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Ten years ago, my very kind and very perceptive boyfriend at the time thought to make me a blog for my birthday. At first I was like, blog WHO? My first few posts were lost and misguided and rambly, at best. But then I started to realize what this blog could be, and then eventually, it became what it is: a reason for me to write something, literally anything, every day, a place for me to voice everything from feelings regarding dresses that look like pencils to gun violence, a place to store my memories (to the point where I think they really don’t get stored in my head anymore), and lastly, a very convenient way to keeps parents up to date on life things. I have since been writing on it every single day. There have been days where my commitment to posting something on it feels absurd, and more about box checking than anything else. I will leave significant life moments of human connection so that I might post something here. But still, I’m happy I’ve done it, every day, no matter what. It’s discipline, be it the narcissistic kind. It’s seen me through jobs and no jobs and new jobs and bad jobs and great jobs, boys I have and don’t want and boys I want an don’t have and boys I need but have never met, books I’ve half-read and books I’ve loved but since forgotten, trips I’ve tripped and trips I haven’t, feelings felt and words thunk and questions raised. And now I have them all here forever.  I have a weird hope that I someday have a great grandkid who stumbles upon this blog when finding themselves freshman year of college. They find it wherever internet artifacts are kept. Boxes that float? They find this blog and they read all the years of it and turn it into a performance piece, having learned that their great great something did something with ….plays? And so suddenly, they find themselves making one. And so here’s to ten more years of content, of thoughts and pictures of cakes and shoes, of a soul that can be scrolled through.

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Fronuts!

June 14th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Noun: donuts lovingly crafted for you by a darling friend, complete with special dyed coconut flakes/ sprinkles/ FLECKS OF ACTUAL GOLD; a physical representation of friend love; A GIFT THAT ONE WILL NEVER EVER FROGET.

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the names of Boats

June 12th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

At the request of Mrs. Foster Keddie, Mr. Foster Keddie took Mrs. Foster Keddie up to Santa Barbara for the weekend before her birthday,  so that Mrs. Foster Keddie might indulge in one of her favorite things, which is drinking wine by a pool while also looking at an ocean. After a few hours of this, Mr. and Mrs. Foster Keddie took a stroll up a pristine beach towards plates of carbohydrates, past rows of boats with names like ‘Truth’ and and ‘Conception.’ When asked by Mr. Foster Keddie what she might name a boat if she had it, Mrs. Foster Keddie replied “…Float box” to which Mr. Foster Keddie laughed, remarking that he would in fact name his boat the very same.

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I would like to not thank the Academy

June 10th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Fox graciously and generously got all of the This is Us writers memberships with the Television Academy, which at first makes one feel quite lucky and fancy, but then, THE BOXES START TO COME.

As a TV academy member / Emmy voter, basically every single show and every single network sends you a highly flammable box containing DVDs of their shows, ALL OF WHICH ARE AVAILABLE ONLINE, and yet, they still send the boxes.  Clearly so much thought and care has gone into the design and presentation of them, and it all just makes you so sad for the people who put so much time and energy into the making of them because you have no time to even open them or watch them because you are too busy making other TVs, and it all just feels so very wasteful and looking at the stacks of them makes you question not only your own time management, but also the entire world, the people in it, and the peoples’ relationships to the that world’s resources. WHAT ARE THINGS? WHAT IS TIME?

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bud day

June 7th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

The happiest of birthdays to my bud, Elizabeth Castoria, superior sautee-er of vegetables, kindest of hearts, supreme toilet paper picker-upper, once tiny manhattan apartment share-er, forever and ever friend.

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in an image

May 28th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

When I have a play in production, I tend to become fixated on two elements: the scene change music, which can NOT be female vocalists earnestly playing guitars and singing about strawberries which for some reason, some sound designers like to do with any play written by a woman, and two, the poster, which you really don’t want to get wrong, as you must look at it for months. It must be subtle but clear, and grab you without shouting. All of this to say, I am so far completely obsessed with  The Cake’s production sound design AND poster.

It’s soft but strong. Inviting but subversive. There’s a cake on it being cut by WORDS.  PERFECT. POSTER.

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To Uncle

May 14th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Verb: to get on a plane and fly through the air for the sole purpose of hanging out with your nephews; to spend the next three days following them around and clocking their every move like the world’s most loving and attentive stalker; to be made to eat your own hat.

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those who can’t sing / write and stare

May 10th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter


First I loved writing stories, then poems, then plays, then movies, then TV, then emails to high schoolers who just discovered they love plays, then the occasional succinct note in Morrison’s lunch, but most recently: MUSICALS. I’m currently working on a few, workshopping one in NYC then week, and it my NEW FAVORITE THING.  I would give multiple limbs for any sort of musical talent, so writing the book for one is a way to be a part of it without reading sheet music or having vocal vibrato ever at all. It’s the most fun. It’s not easy, as the book must elegantly support the song and never draw too much attention to itself, but it’s my new favorite thing to attempt to master. THOSE WHO CAN’T SING WRITE THE BOOK AND STARE IN AWE AT THE ACTORS AS THEY SING LIKE VERY HIP ANGELS AND LIFT US ALL UP FROM OUR EARTHLY PROBLEMS AND INTO THE AIR.

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