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

truly ideal scenario

March 21st, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

PLS SEND HELP STOP

STUCK IN NYC DURING SNOW STORM WITH ONLY MY FAVORITE SNACK AND ENTIRE PLAY TO REWRITE STOP

JK SEND NOTHING I’VE NEVER BEEN BETTER STOP

EXCEPT MAYBE SEND MORE SNACKS AND NEVER STOP

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UNIFORM

March 20th, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

VERSATILITY! Can be worn for:

  • playwright at workshop who does not yet understand their play
  • disgruntled cater waiter confronting their forgotten dreams
  • person who ate way too much Ramen last night
  • person in NYC who used to live in NYC but no longer does but wants everyone who might look at them to think, that person lives in NYC, or at least definitely used to
  • self conscious narcissist walking through city containing millions of people, imagining they are being looked at, when really how could they be, as said city, again, contains millions of people

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Home again home again, jiggity jog!

March 19th, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

I have no idea where that limerick (?) came from, if my mom made it up for all car rides home or if it’s an ancient Irish thing, but I shall use it to announce that I’m working on my new play today at 520 8th avenue — a midtown building stuffed full of rehearsal studios, where I have workshopped and read and staged so many plays I can’t even count them on my hairs. It’s hallways are full of remembories. If you look closely at the Toss your Own Salad station in the Pax Foods below it, you can see translucent young me almost ordering a salad then getting a chicken parm panini instead, then heading outside to smoke and tear apart her play in her head. It’s like I never left because truly, a part of me never did.

 

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horrible confession

March 18th, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

As I prepare to leave for the airport, for what must be my 90th I STILL WRITE PLAYS! trip to NYC since I moved to LA six years ago, I feel compelled to share with you something I just remembered: early on in my LA days, when I took a shared ride /  super shuttle to the airport to save $, I ONCE ASKED A SUPER SHUTTLE DRIVER TO TURN AROUND AND TAKE ME BACK TO MY HOUSE BECAUSE I HAD FORGOTTEN MY MEDICATION BUT REALLY I HAD FORGOTTEN MY MAKEUP. THE SUPER SHUTTLE WAS FULL OF PEOPLE. I will spend the rest of my life making it up to People, just in general.

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BYE SEASON 2

March 17th, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

We officially ended the This is Us Season 2 (and some season 3) writer’s room last night with an adorable group outing to see my dear froworkers turned SHOW RUNNERS Isaac and Elizabeth’s movie, Love, Simon:  the first major studio teen love story movie to feature a gay protagonist (OUT THIS WEEKEND / GO SEE / IT WILL MAKE YOU GLAD TO BE A HUMAN.) Work can be hard and makes my brain hurt, but dangit, I do love each and every one of these people. SEE Y’ALL IN TWO MONTHS WHICH WILL FEEL LIKE TEN MINUTES!

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sistermotherdaughter

March 11th, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

Facial giving person (technical term?): Aw, You guys look like sisters! 

Later, my Mom snickers.

Me: What?

Mom: Sorry!

Me: For what?

Mom: That’s an insult for you, and a compliment for me! 

(BUT REALLY MOM THANKS FOR THE SKIN.)

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with love / for cheese

March 9th, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

Oh do you NOT have a cheeseboard with your wedding hastag carefully carved into it? THEN YOU CLEARLY DO NOT HAVE MY MOM FOR A MOTHER WHO LOVINGLY GIFTS SUCH THINGS. SO I GUESS ALSO WE’RE NOT SIBLINGS, WHICH I ALREADY KNEW.

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ASSISTANCE, S’IL VOUS PLAIT

March 8th, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

WOKE UP TRAPPED IN A FRENCH FILM ABOUT LONGING AND PAIN AND PAJAMAS

PLEASE SEND HELP / HAIRBRUSHES / BAGUETTES

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The semi-annual nibling sweater report

March 5th, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

A few moons ago, I found myself filming for two days in a creepy westside mall that seemed to include only a Baby Gap, a pretzel place a store that sold only dream catchers, and memories of walking by Abercrombie and Fitch just to smell it and be smelled. Smelt?  Naturally, I spent my lunch breaks losing my mind in said Baby Gap, and spent basically my wages for the week on sweaters for my niblings. Just  yesterday, I happened to receive status reports of said sweaters from their said parents and just — HERE.

Olivia, in pink:

Luke, in Charlie Brown:

I continue to be obsessed with said sweaters. Is this how said works? You say something, and then you say you said it by saying said before it? ENGLISH WHY ARE YOU SO OBSESSED WITH YOUR SAID SELF

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when it rains, it scores

March 4th, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

Some (all?) people assume that it never rains in LA, which is mostly true (and also a big reason why I really love living here, as the things that rain does to my hair is one of my least favorite things about being alive.) It is mostly the same here, every day. But it actually does in fact rain here, big time, like a handful of times a year. It usually causes everyone to ram their cars into each other and show up three hours late for work, but then after, this:

I’ll take wet bangs on my face anyday* for this.

*PREFERABLY ONLY 3-4 TIMES PER YEAR.

 

 

 

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