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

you reap what you write

March 25th, 2011 by Bekah Brunstetter

This is what I get for putting skittles in a play. SKITTLES EVERYWHERE, ALL THE TIME.

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EEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!

March 25th, 2011 by Bekah Brunstetter

LITTLE BROTHER DAN GOT INTO UNC LAW!!!!!!!!!!!

HE GOT IN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

…okay, that’s pretty much it.

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REHEARSAL CUP

March 24th, 2011 by Bekah Brunstetter

MOST EXCITING PART OF REHEARSAL

and the whole part where there’s a play is also exciting

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will try this?

March 24th, 2011 by Bekah Brunstetter

Lately when running around McCarren I keep seeing this super hardcore jump roping people and I kind of want to try it. I promise not to say things like ‘I gotta go shred some rope’ but I DO solenmly swear to keep the hood of my hoodie on, have like a REALLY nice butt and make seven too many rocky references, all the time.

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this instead

March 23rd, 2011 by Bekah Brunstetter

Who cares if it’s sleeting when it’s supposed to be getting Warm. Because HERE IS A DOG IN A DISHWASHER.

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I missed you

March 22nd, 2011 by Bekah Brunstetter

Yeah, okay, starting rehearsals for Be a Good Little Widow at Ars Nova is pretty great, but more importantly, I get to grab lunch from this amazing little cafe down the street that I love and spend way too much time thinking about. They will take everything you didn’t know you want and throw it on a salad and give you this strange and perfect green salad goo to go with it and you are like: yay.

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY MOMMY!!!!!!

March 22nd, 2011 by Bekah Brunstetter

SOMETIMES WE WEAR THE SAME COLOR AND

IT’S CUTE

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Hot Date

March 22nd, 2011 by Bekah Brunstetter

Ladies and Gentlemen, Orlando Lupone, son of Bob Lupone, head of the New School for Drama. I attended the reception last night for the third recipient of  the Bekah Brunstetter Playwriting Award in Excellence in Playwritng for the Stage* and afterwards, had dinner with friends and this little guy. I remember when he was crawling up the halls of the Drama building and now he’s like a person and is amazing. See:

ME: ORLANDO! I’VE GOT YOUR LEG!!!

ORLANDO: NOOOOOO

ME: SAY THE MAGIC WORD AND I’LL LET IT GO!

ORLANDO: NOOOOO

ME: I’LL GIVE YOU A HINT: THE MAGIC WORD IS LITERALLY ANY WORD THAT YOU SAY NEXT.

ORLANDO: PLEASEEEE

* It’s actually not called this. At all. But instead is the New School Sam French award. More easily rolls off tongue.

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Yep

March 21st, 2011 by Bekah Brunstetter

I’ve officially lost my mind. I’ve made it almost to 30 with no Ink. But if any ink, I’ve always wanted a number 2 pencil on my hip. YOU KNOW, SO THAT I CAN ALWAYS HAVE A PENCIL ON ME.

BECAUSE I’M A WRITER.

Um. But this has always been sort of a wish and not an actual want, but this week, I found myself thinking about it a lot and actually wanting to do it?

And so, I will be accepting words of encoruagement and / or commands to cease and desist in my inbox all week, and will tally results. By this I of course mean, count the number of times my Mom begs me not to, and pretty much not do it, at all.

Or will I?

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GUESS WHAT: POETRY

March 21st, 2011 by Bekah Brunstetter

Tips for new or returning poets: make sure you’re sitting cross legged and in pajama pants and staring pensively into space and that you LOOK like you’re not wearing make up but you totally are.

Before I ever wrote stories or plays, I used to write nothing but poems. Hot Topic journal after Hot Topic journal FULL of poems. I then pretty much stopped in college when I didn’t get into advanced poetry and was heartbroken about that, and wrote (HEH!) it off seemingly for good. THEN I wrote a fantastically narcissistic collection of poems* when lone wolf-ing it through Europe when I was 23, then again, gave it up. Now suddenly, all of the sudden, my poet brain is back, somehow re-activated, and its how I’m now interpreting the world, and I love it.

* The Thing that I can Say I Did C. 2005 Bekah Brunstetter, How Embarrassing Books.

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