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Bekah Brunstetter I care deeply. About a lot of things. Like really, really deep. Ow
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April 21st, 2012 by Bekah Brunstetter


Okay so guyyssss, now I’m in San Francisco bout to work on House of Hpme with the Playwrights Foundation. Excitingly, I’m attempting to rewrite the play while I take the train into the city, trying to recall thoughts from its last reading in November and hurricane related discoveries at Space at Ryder Farm last summer. More excitingly, I have a new scarf. Priorities.

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(good) bad robot

April 20th, 2012 by Bekah Brunstetter


JJ Abrams company’s office is by FAR the sweetest I’ve ever had the courtesy of waiting in. There’s a personal chef! Smooth jazz! In the lobby, you are encouraged to draw! Like the child that you no longer are!

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April 19th, 2012 by Bekah Brunstetter

If I get a new staff job, it will NOT be because of any sort of experience, accolades or people skills. Nay, it will be all because of my MAGIC LUCKY NEW SHOES. How do I know? A severely old lady perusing string cheese in 7-11 just told me she liked them.

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April 18th, 2012 by Bekah Brunstetter

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April 17th, 2012 by Bekah Brunstetter

In case you’re wondering who these sprite young folks are, these are my GRANDPARENTS!  I can only hope that at their age, I will also be driving practically cross country and cleaning the pool and hosting easter egg hunts and navigating an ipad. On which they might find and view my blog. At which point my mind will be blown. HI GRANDMA AND GRANDPA! I LOVE YOU! I’M NOT SHOUTING FOR VOLUME PURPOSES, I AM JUST REALLY INTO ALL CAPS, AESTHETICALLY!

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These days, and what the Kids are doing

April 16th, 2012 by Bekah Brunstetter

FYI, these new things called ‘pheromone parties’ are quickly becoming all the rage. Basically, you sleep in a Tshirt for 3 nights, attend said party, place the Tshirt in a bag, and boys sniff it. If they are like: yay! I love the smell of sweat and the tiniest bit of duane reade perfume and mozzerella sticks then they seek you out, based on their response to your smell. It makes sense intellectually, but it kind us makes us seem more like animals than we actual are. ie: One particular meeting went like this.

“The most popular girl with gentlemen’s noses was Sara Nachlis, 25, whose shirt was chosen by nine different guys. “I guess I just smell pretty,” she explained, though she herself was far more discerning.

“I took my time and picked only one shirt,” said Nachlis. “This very handsome boy came up to me and told me that was his shirt. We started talking and I was attracted to him, but didn’t find him very interesting. I ended up making out with him at the party, and now I never want to talk to him again. There is an attraction that comes with pheromones, but it’s not what I’m looking to base a relationship on.”

The conceited robot had no further comments.

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April 15th, 2012 by Bekah Brunstetter

Did you know you can take a champagne yacht cruise around manhattan, more specifically on the 100th anniversary of the Titanic sinking which SHOULD make you wary of all boats but you do it anyways  because you CAN. Lily was thoroughly birthdayed on one last night!

Most importantly, this lady:

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Dream job?

April 14th, 2012 by Bekah Brunstetter

I’m reading a bunch of new hour-long pilots before I head back to LA next week for a few meetings to try and land another job. My people are focusing me on hour longs, because while I’m funny, I’m not that funny, and also, with mostly plays as samples, they’re mostly dramatic. I totally agree, and also, liked the hourlong process way more than half hour (hi, room for deeper character development.) While as a super complicated, literary and pretentious playwright, I should feel face-slapped when I’m encouraged to really consider going up for The Carrie Diaries (CW’s prequel to Sex and the City) I COULDN’T BE MORE STOKED AND WOULD DO IT IN A SECOND AND LOOK AT HER UP THERE OMG IT’S BABY CARRIE IN HIGH SCHOOL. Yes, I would do that.

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Guess who is spending too much time on Draw Something

April 14th, 2012 by Bekah Brunstetter

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April 12th, 2012 by Bekah Brunstetter

As I attempt to savor the last few months of my 20’s, I find myself all of the sudden doing and wanting to do large and impulsive and important things. Like I really think I want a tattoo on my ribcage but have no idea what it would be, leaving me to wonder, who or what am I? Also I have a deep and sudden urge to help homeless people in a way that is NOT writing them monologues, but in some actual helpful way, as whenever I see one I’m gripped with a deep sadness, especially if they’re injured or disabled in some way. Lastly, I want to hide in a house and make pies, and super lastly, while thinking about all of these things, I somehow managed to run 4 miles this morning after years of a wimpy 2-3. I think the only rational thing left to do in this situation is to make a list of things I hope to achieve in my 30s. Let’s just keep this trivial.

– Run a Half Marathon.

–  When I was in college I told myself I’d win the Pulitzer Prize for Drama before I was 30, let’s make that anything, like maybe an Obie, and 40.

–  work in a flower store and become a really annoying person who knows a lot about flowers and how to arrange them.

– Spend some time in India or Central America. Do a fair amount of deep thinking in these places.

– Spend more time with non-fiction.

– take some cooking classes that teach me how to do good things with Sauces.

– Sell a screenplay.

– Sell a TV show.

– Finish and sell my Dad and I’s soon to be best seller GET IN THE BOAT!!!!!

–  Hike to a waterfall and swim in / under it.

– Re-read all of Richard Brautigan.


–  Rock a man’s haircut.

I casually  left ‘marriage’ and ‘babies’ off the list, as those are a given, I think. WHO OR WHAT AM I?

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