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

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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object on road ahead

January 12th, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

Today, on Games to play with yourself when Each day of your life is Mostly the same: Whenever Waze tells me there’s an object on road ahead, I imagine that it’s a chair the size of a building or maybe a sandwich the size of a car or something from a Roald Dahl book  and it’s just sitting on the road and up ahead and everyone is stopping their lives to look at it. I am then always deeply disappointed to see Piece of tire or refrigerator or regular sized Chair.

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THINGS (SHOES) = PEACE AND HAPPINESS

January 7th, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

I’m still not quite sure what the question is, but THESE GREEN VELVET SLIPPER HEELS THAT FOLD AROUND MY FEET LIKE ANGEL EARS ARE 100% THE ANSWER.

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Best 81!

December 31st, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

New Year’s Day is for promises, but first: New Year’s Eve is for reflecting Back.  Once again, people are posting their Best 9, 9 pictures that sum up a year of life lived. BUT WHO AM I TO CHOOSE OR FOLLOW SOCIALLY CONSTRUCTED RULES? And so, here’s 81 pictures from a year filled with friends and work and house and CAKE SO MUCH CAKE / I NOW UNDERSTAND WHY I CURRENTLY HATE MY BODY

Went to the Golden Globes / had a Kilroy’s retreat at Pacific Palms, heavily featuring Karaoke / marched in the NYC women’s march / met my niece nugget Ruby / drove four hours JUST to eat food, at Vivian Howard’s Chef and the Farmer with Julien / attended niece Olivia’s baby shower / ROASTED SOME CARROTS / workshopped The Cake at the Alley in Houston / MADE A GIANT VALENTINE’S DAY COOKIE

Wrapped season 1 of This is Us / Writer’s Guild Awards / went BACK to Pacific Palms, creepiest hotel conference center ever, to write a movie with Mamrie / NIECE OLIVIA WAS BORN / Morrison and I’s short film Again got into Tribeca / we dressed up like Empire Records people for Mack’s 90s themed 30th bday / JULIEN AND I WENT TO PERU

I decided it was okay to wear scrunchies for a minute / My Mom and I made a festive Easter cross cake / I met Olivia for the first time / we went to NYC for Tribeca and saw Again on the Big Screen / attended  fro-worker Elizabeth’s  lovely wedding in Carmel / went to my 10 year grad school reunion / Palm Springs with these womyn

Morrison took me to Santa Barbara for my birthday / I turned 35 and to celebrate, my Mom sent me a cat made of flowers / I finally got to see my episode of American Gods / my parents came to LA and got to see the This is Us sets / MY MOM, ONCE AGAIN, FLEW A DEWEY’S PINK LEMONADE CAKE FROM NC, this time for the cast during tech / The Cake opened at the Echo theater, sponsored by CHEERWINE / cake

baby’s first LA times feature / MORE CAKE, this time from friend Alina / baby’s first NYT feature / Debra Jo and I went on NPR’s the Frame / OH GOD, MORE CAKE / WE CLOSED ON A HOUSE

I MET NORMAN LEAR at my play / This is Us Season 2 premiered / Met Lily Tomlin at play! / MET ALANIS MORISSETTE AT PLAY / The Cake closed / renovated house / learned about things called ’tile’ / cousin Elli fled a Florida hurricane, came to hang with me

EMMYS / Morrison met the great Louie Anderson / THAT GUY STERLING WON AN EMMY / This is Us Season 2 premiere party / got to see The Cake at Playmaker’s with my sisters, where we all first met! / Had a reading of A.D. 16 at Joe’s Pub / SISTER KATHERINE GOT MARRIED!

One year wed = paper = HAMILTON TICKETS! / ate year old cake / finally moved in our house after 3 months renovating; discovered its sunsets / worked on my second solo ep of TIU / sat on a stool and looked off for Written By magazine / BOUGHT A GROWN UP CHANDELIER / Went to my parent’s new spot on Smith Mountain Lake, VA for Thanksgiving

Made house shaped cookies for our housewarming party /  celebrated the holidays with the best writing staff there ever was/  had our first tiny house guest / had a reading of Karen O musical at New York Theater Workshop /  met my soon to be sister-in-law Sarah / had a WHITE CHRISTMAS UP IN OLYMPIA.

SICK OF ME YET? ME TOO. Wishing you a contemplative, reflective New Year’s Day. FIND THE GOOD THINGS, AND LOOK AT THEM.

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if not

December 24th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Remember how yesterday I was all philosophically like wahhhhh, I maybe want to be someplace far way and regarding something grand! OPEN YOUR EYES, BRUNSTETTER. The view from the Foster-Keddie estate up in Olypmia, Washington, is stunning,  if not tranquil and quieting, if not completely humbling:

Is this how you use ‘if not?’ Asking for a friend. Myself. My friend is myself. We hang out often, if not always.

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I have

December 12th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Today, on I’m a cliche: we straight up spent 400 bucks on cheese and bread and ham and beer and buttercream frosting and christmas tree gummies and assorted other seasonal essentials for our friends for our housewarming party Sunday. We arranged everything carefully on plates and laid out our new rugs and our friends came bearing gifts of rare orchids and wines. Monday morning,  I drove to work, grateful, still beat, squinting through next day chardonnay face. At an intersection, there was a homeless man shaking uncontrollably  from some affliction, asking for money. I saw him and the weight of the previous night and the beauty of it and and the excess of it,  but was it excess? and what is excess, and just the very privilege of all of it crushed down on me and I felt sad and lucky and ashamed.  I dug for whatever cash I could find and the light turned green and cars honked as I slowed to try and get it into his shaking hands, and he God bless you‘d me, and I sobbed the rest of the way to work, and there’s a part of me that’s still sobbing, because God bless me WHY. Why, Why, Why. Why do the have’s have? And why do the have’s have not? Why is that I have, and keep receiving?  Why not them? How can I take what I have and spread it in a way that’s meaningful, beyond just clicking donation links and sobbing at my own generosity on the way to work? WHAT DO I DO WITH WHAT I HAVE? HOW BEST TO GIVE IT?

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furniture shopping for drunks

November 4th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Furniture salesperson: This couch features crypton fabric. You can spill anything on it, and it just beads up, then you wipe it off with a rag! It’s resistant to everything!

Me:….even wine?

Furniture salesperson:Yep! Even wine.

Me: So….I can accidentally spill an entire glass of red wine all over it and it will be totally fine?

Furniture salesperson: Yep!

Me: I’LL TAKE IT! / CALLS APPLE STORE, ASKS IF COMPUTERS AND ALSO PHONES COME IN CRYPTON

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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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Empty / Full

October 16th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Nearly one entire year ago, I bought this jar of Sorghum molasses from a roadside store in the NC mountains. We’d been married for two days and ten minutes. NOW NEARLY 365 DAYS LATER OMG TIME, It is finally cashed, as they say in France. Avoiding work and stress, I’ve turned the jar into countless cookies / memories / breads / apologies / gifts / thanks yous / carbs, just in general. The jar now appears to be empty, but it actually holds a whole year lived, 100 things not written. THANKS FOR THE MEMORIES, MOLASSES, AND OF COURSE ALSO THE PROCRASTINATION!

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HAPPY OUR BIRTHDAY

September 28th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

I think birthdays are big freaking deals. I don’t care how old you are. It’s a day to make the birth person feel loved and loved hard. And so the fact that I have to leave my poor  husband on HIS birthday to fly to NC to go see The Cake makes me NAUSEOUS WITH PAIN AND GUILT. And so last night, I made sure to remind him what his birthday is really about: MANAGING MY OWN FEELINGS AND EXPECTATIONS AND GUILT ABOUT HIS BIRTHDAY. (Also, there were presents, most notably, a hand-crafted Axe, because survivalism is practically now a section on CrateandBarrel.com or perhaps it should be.)  HAPPY BIRTHDAY to my love, to my most favorite collaborator!  THERE IS NO ONE I’D RATHER FACE THE END OF DAYS WITH.

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