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


April 20th, 2010 by Bekah Brunstetter


Mom and Dad Brunstetter leave this evening for a ten day tour of Israel! They’ll be visiting biblical sites, floating in the Dead Sea, eating fish? ‘chillin’, sporting sandals, reading scripture, kickin it with friends, and so on. I’m so stoked for them. My Grandma, who was Jewish, always wanted my parents to go to Israel – so they’ve taken some of the $ she left them for the trip. Bon Voyage, ma mere and mon pere! Steer clear of volcanic ash, and return with stories!

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Welcome, The Baby!

April 19th, 2010 by Bekah Brunstetter


Until I have the babies (I can do this in my 50’s, right?) I shall live vicariously through the babies of friends and loved ones! And so, CONGRATULATIONS! to my sweet cousin Ella, on her new son, Daniel Thomas Bray Rice. Daniel being a family name – after her Dad, my Mom’s brother, and the name of my brother as well. Well played, Ella.  Love to you, and can’t wait to meet him!

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Regis and Kelly

April 19th, 2010 by Bekah Brunstetter


There are many compelling reasons why I am now kind of obsessed with watching this show, and why it is amazing. I thought I’d tell them to you.

– Sometimes Regis calls Kelly Kathy Lee. Regis makes really dated jokes about Jack Benney and obscure novels and restaurants that no one understands. Kelly is tiny and funny. Kelly is kind of the dude in the relationship, and Regis is the lady. Kelly makes Regis talk about his sex life, and vice versa. They make some poor audience member dance ridiculously on this stage thing in front of these really creepy pictures of themselves as bobble heads, THROUGH THE WHOLE SHOW. Each show they call some random person in the US and ask them a trivia person, and the person either doesn’t answer, or doesn’t believe it is them, and Regis is snarky about it. The giant chair Kelly has to sit in is bigger than her. It is the PERFECT thing to ignore when trudging through morning cnn / facebook/ Other People’s Blogs!

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April 18th, 2010 by Bekah Brunstetter


I spent all 3 nights of this weekend laughing, whining, crying, and talking crap and craft with playwright friends, and it was the absolute best. It was a reminder that while sometimes it’s hard to have friends who do the same thing that you do (see: our uber-sensitive, insecure, crazy competitive selves) – at the end of the day*, you need them. We need each other, for said whining / laughing / crap-talking. I’m so grateful for my writery friends!

* my agent says this all the time. I’ve started to say it too. Though I can’t say it without feeling like in some shape or form,  Sean Connery in living inside of me.

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brooklyn is nice

April 18th, 2010 by Bekah Brunstetter


As are its non-volcanic ash clouds.

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Flores Para los Muertos

April 18th, 2010 by Bekah Brunstetter


Yesterday I patroned Target Margin’s ‘The Really Big Once,’ which concerns Tennesee Williams and Elia Kazan’s collaboration on his play The Camino Real, which was a critical flop. Tennessee was an extremely successful playwright at that point (gah, no pressure or anything) and wrote this slightly crazy play that no one really understood. We did it at UNC and I recall watching it being like the best and worst dream I’ve ever had.

Target Margin’s exploration of Tenn ( I will call him ‘Tenn, we are friends!) and Elia’s work on the play really hit home for me. Like: Tenn weeping after the reviews come out. Tenn defending his work and his vision even when no one really got it (this was inspiring). Elia admits directing the work as a naturalistic play, which he knew was a mistake. Towards the end, one of the actors supposes: perhaps if this production had been more successful, the American theater audience would have been ever so slightly changed? More receptive to theatrical / dream like works? And to make it All about Me (what sort of writer would I be, if I did not do this?) It made me think: my first plays were extremely weird / theatrical (people in cages, nailed to crosses, imaginary friends, ghosts impromptu dance numbers.) I miss this. Plays should be plays.  I’ve sort of gradually come away from this…..I think partially because I started to think more about character as opposed to images. This is good. But also: I think that subconsciously, part of me has wanted to write things that are more digestable. Could be more commerically successful? No, Bekah! NO! The production was a much-needed reminder that you cannot write for success. You cannot write a hit. Hits are total anomalies. You must stay true to what the voices are telling you. Or voice? Or your gut.

I completely forgot where I was going with this, but there it is.

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my Dad and I: Related

April 17th, 2010 by Bekah Brunstetter


My Dad used to always complain of his ‘allergies’ and ‘allergy season’ but I never quite knew what he was talking about. But as I’ve gotten older, I am definitely afflicted with this treacherous problem. It’s pretty out, it’s getting warm, you’d like to enjoy this, but instead, your face and brain seem to be stuffed full of hot socks which also seem to be stabbing you a little bit, and you are constantly crying, or so it seems. Nice. Contrary to my previous post, I have been drinking this ‘tea’ to try and wake myself up, but my thoughts are muddled. Thanks, Dad. Thanks. Or I guess most people get allergies? So I guess, I am related to most people? All humans are related?? WHOA, YOU GUYS. WHOA.

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April 16th, 2010 by Bekah Brunstetter


I don’t understand tea unless one is sick. All of the ‘flavors’ and ‘kinds.’ In fact: drinking tea when I’m not sick makes me feel like I am in fact sick. Like my mom has put a sheet over the couch and I’m laying on it drinking sprite through a straw and eating buttered saltines. (Hmm. That sounds quite nice.) I just don’t get it. Why would one want to drink slightly flavored hot water, when one could have COFFEEEEEEEEE????????????? Oh, coffee. Clearly, I’ve just had coffee. But: I had a nice time drinking lots of it when in London. With lots of milk and sugar. Doesn’t that defeat the purpose?

Hmmm. Now I kind of want some tea.

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52nd Street Theater Project

April 16th, 2010 by Bekah Brunstetter


Thanks to Dyl pickle, I am fortunate to be working with the 52nd Street Theater Project! A non-profit that pairs Hell’s Kitchen kids and teens with theater professionals to create new plays. They are energetic, imaginative and inspiring. See above: their plays usually involve these foam props that have a magic name that I can’t remember: they create these whole worlds with this stuff. In Dylan’s play last season, there was the most amazing giant hamburger joke I have ever seen. Well technically, I guess I have not see others. I’m writing for this incredible gem named Jenisse who has the biggest heart and the most adorbs smile. She’s an optimisitc barista who speaks in tongues, and there is a dance of Disgruntled Business People, and I cannot wait to see how it turns out.

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April 15th, 2010 by Bekah Brunstetter


I’ve been working on a feature film version of my short play I Have it – a romantic comedy about two young people with HIV – for about a year now? And over the past few months, I’ve been revising and revising, draft after draft. I have bi-weekly phone meetings with the director and producer, they give notes – minutia to large suggestions – I digest and  fix. Definitely a different process than developing a play, as it doesn’t involve actors just yet. I don’t think I’ve ever worked so hard on a script, but it’s been supremely rewarding, letting myself totally get rid of and change things. It’s a nice reminder that anything good thing requires work. And after work: more work. And after work and work and work: hopefully, greatness.

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