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

okay ladies now lets get in formation

May 30th, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

I LOVE THIS STORY. Cliff notes: those marvelous lady friends  above were out dining in Santa Monica, when one of them spotted a dude really actually take out a little black vial and slip drugs into his date’s wine glass while she was in the bathroom. For one: Dude, where you think you AT? LITTLE BLACK VIAL? FOR REALLY? AND THEN ALSO, JUST BLATANTLY IN PUBLIC? WHAT IS THIS, AN EARLY 90s EPISODE OF LAW AND ORDER SVU IF THAT SHOW WAS A THING THEN? Thankfully one of the friends went into the bathroom, alerted the woman, while the other gals alerted the manager, who then called the cops. Dude: arrested. Woman: unharmed. As for the three friends, their charlie’s angels picture went viral.  May they revel in their day in the internet sun!

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Input / Output

May 12th, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

Here’s a thing about being a writer that I am constantly forgetting and remembering and forgetting all over again: with no input, there is no output. If you’ve recently done a massive purge of feelings and ideas, which is to say, finished a big project of any kind, or begun a new one, and given most of yourself to it  – YOU ARE EMPTY. If you try and generate content during that time, you will LITERALLY MAKE YOURSELF SICK, physically and emotionally.  If you keep revving the engine in this empty place, you will damage your pipes. You must wait until you refill. But it’s not even as simple as reading something or just reflecting. The actual intake of content does not instantly turn into ideas. You must engage so hard in your own life and the world around you, you must go so far from the actual act of writing that you’ve nearly convinced yourself that you’ll never do it again,  or at least do it well — you must meet that terrifying thought head on, wrap yourself around it — and then suddenly, in that desperate and lonely but necessary place, words and people are standing quietly in front of you, waiting to be seen.

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Affirmations.

November 11th, 2015 by Bekah Brunstetter

I don’t know if I believe* in signs from the universe, but I just sliced into what appears to be a flawless avocado, like so perfect it’s a cartoon of itself, so today will proceed perfectly, symmetrically, flawlessly, yes? YES? RIGHT, AVOCADO? RIGHT?!

*DEFINITELY BELIEVE.

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