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

Fresh Out

November 30th, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

This Thanksgiving / Holiday season, I’ve noted a fun new festive quality in myself: COMPLETE AND UTTER VOID OF PATIENCE TO VIOLENT AND SOBBING DEGREES. While we were at Leatherwood, a mixup with our bank led to our mortgage payment not going through, and I had to wait, you know, 24 hours to be able to call them and sort it out, and so naturally, I lost my mind and I’m pretty sure I threw my phone on the floor. Last night, flying back to LA, my stupid entertainment screen did not work, nor did the internet, and so I slammed up my tray table and made sure Morrison and the entire airplane knew that my screen was not working, and it just wasn’t fair, because everyone else’s screens were working, and so MY screen should be working, WHY does everyone else get to watch a Seth Rogan movie while I have to sit in screaming airplane silence? (I should note that Morrison traded seats with me, because he is the best, and completely fine with the fact that he married a tall Baby. I then, you know. Watched a movie, as was my HUMAN RIGHT.) Obviously these big baby tantrums have nothing to do with money, or mortgage, or transfers, or movies, or air, and completely everything to do with my overall frustration with inability to control our baby quest, despite all of my attempts to do so. Here’s the hard truth I’ve learned, that I am still learning: you can have all of the money and doctors and access in the world, and it still doesn’t mean you will have a baby. Surely, it helps, it gets you closer, and I am so grateful everyday for our ability to throw money at this. But still: there is no guarantee, ever. And oftentimes, there is nothing to do but Wait, to sit with yourself, accept where you are, stew in Trust and Hope and Faith and Patience other words that go on Pillows. My Christmas promise (is this a thing?) to myself is to try, really really try, to accept and enjoy where we are, because objectively, OBJECTIVELY, it’s really not so bad, like perhaps even Great.

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TELL ME MORE

July 24th, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

Nice Man at airport restaurant busses my table.

Me: Thank you so much!

Nice Man: You’re welcome, Beautiful.

Literally every other woman: Excuse me, but what does my Beauty have to do with anything? I’m just a patron. This is a meant to be a platonic exchange of money for foods and services, HOW DARE YOU.

THIS woman (me): REALLY? THANK YOU, THANK YOU SO MUCH, BUT DO YOU REALLY THINK SO? I DIDN’T REALLY HEAR THIS IN A REAL WAY UNTIL MY SATURN WAS RETURNING FOR THE FIRST TIME SO TELL ME MORE*

*PLEASE NOTE THAT MY ACTUAL HUSBAND TELLS ME I’M BEAUTIFUL MOST DAYS AND IT MEANS EVERYTHING, BUT ALSO, IF ANYONE ELSE WANTS TO TELL ME, THAT IS ALSO FINE

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Two Girls, One Forehead

June 14th, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

New year, new license! L: 2019; R: 2015. Caption options:

  • Two very slowly aging cabbage patch kids
  • Two women, super gradually figuring out
  • TWO MURDERESSES WHO CAN’T FOR THE LIFE OF THEM SIGN THEIR FREAKING NAMES IN ANY SORT OF ADULT TYPE WAY

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pro marriage trick

November 1st, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

Me: I feel like I look like I’ve gained weight, but I haven’t.

Morrison:…what?

Me: I mean, I haven’t recently. But I LOOK like I have.

Morrison: You’re right.

Me: What?

Morrison: I’ve been looking at you and thinking, she hasn’t gained weight, but she’s got the definite LOOK of having gained weight, even though she has gained no weight.

Me: That sounds insane.

Morrison: EXACTLY

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WHO’S THAT LADY

August 20th, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

STARE INTO THE CAMERA LIKE YOU’VE GOT THE ANSWER TO ALL OF THE WORLD’S PROBLEMS BUT YOU’RE JUST GOING TO CASUALLY KEEP THEM TO YOURSELF

NOW GET YOUR HAIR OUTTA YOUR FACE, LADY, USE THAT BAR LIKE IT’S A METAPHOR FOR THE THING THAT DIVIDES PEOPLE THAT YOU WANT TO BREAK DOWN

BUT WAIT REMEMBER YOU’RE WEARING FULL BODY NORDSTROM RACK, COME BACK DOWN TO EARTH

(New grown up lady writer press pictures by Alison Yates!) Stay tuned for 900 of me sitting on the ground, chin in hand like someone gave a really important job and a wig to a baby.

 

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about face(s)

July 12th, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

Actually, I really don’t have any good explanations, except that there are crown stickers on my head because these are from a scrapbook my dear Mom made to commemorate me, but other than that I will just…..leave these many faces here, with sparse commentary.

CAN’T FIGURE OUT BANGS

JELLY BRACELETS LIFTED FROM FAVOR AISLE WHILE WORKING AT PARTY CITY

STILL CAN’T FIGURE OUT BANGS NO REALLY SOMEONE GIVE THIS POOR PERSON A ROUND BRUSH

EXCELLENCE; RING WATCH

 

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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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t’aint always easy

January 27th, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

Almost 14 years ago, I carefully glued all of my grad school rejection letters into a scrapbook, and amused myself by highlighting the word ‘regret’ in all of them. I think I sensed that someday, I might want to reflect back on them. My two favorites:

Reflection day is upon me. I am currently experiencing a lot of fortune with the Cake, like really more than a playwright could dream of or hope for (though honestly the bar is low, as having a play produced, in itself, is a miracle.) Meanwhile, I  somehow winded up working on a hit show that is managing to heal and to warm those that watch it (though, so did Switched at Birth, just on a smaller scale.) Reflecting on both of these career fortunes it’s easy to forget all of the Regret to inform You’s, but  I want to remember them and celebrate them, and I don’t know, maybe just a hair bit Gloat? So without further ado, I was rejected from: Columbia graduate Playwriting! NYU Graduate Playwriting! Yale Graduate Playwriting! Boston College MFA Playwriting! Post-grad school, I was rejected not once, not twice, but three times from Julliard, with nary even an interview, and I’ve been rejected by New Dramatists (an elite playwriting residency in NYC)  count ’em, 7 times! STILL STANDING, Y’ALL! WHAT DOESN’T ACCEPT US TO THEIR PROGRAM MAKES US WORK HARDER TO SHOW THEM WHAT.

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how to remember things

October 20th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Remember that one time this Summer when both the LA times and the NY times ran articles about The Cake within the span of a week, and it was completely insane and perhaps everything I’ve dreamt of / worked for, but I was  so engaged in the work and in life that I barely had time to appreciate it? NO? ME NEITHER.  IF ONLY I HAD SAVED THE ARTICLES AND THEN SPENT WAY TOO MUCH MONEY TO GET THEM FRAMED, ONLY AFTER QUESTIONING IF IT WAS NARCISSISTIC, BUT THEN DECIDING THAT IT WAS DEFINITELY WORTH COMMEMORATING.

OH WAIT NEVERMIND, I FORGOT, I DEFINITELY DID THAT

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Look at me / Don’t look at me

October 18th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Being that I almost have a grown up person house of my own, it is finally time for me to stop storing things at my parent’s house like a college freshman.  My Mom most recently shipped me my old  jewelry box full of cross necklaces and broken promise rings and this bracelet that I made in high school or perhaps middle school, which I think sums up my entire existence:

I think I thought it was ironic, to have someone Look at my Bracelet and see the word Look? (This bracelet of course brought to you by the budding playwright who, around the same time, wrote a play called Happen in which nothing Happens.) Or maybe, if we go deeper, I just wanted to be looked at, then horrified at the idea that I was being looked at, but then devastated if no one was looking.  Is this the quintessential teenage person experience, or is this perhaps just THE BEING A PERSON EXPERIENCE?

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