bekah brunstetter
Bekah Brunstetter I care deeply. About a lot of things. Like really, really deep. Ow
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it gets me

April 21st, 2015 by Bekah Brunstetter

I think when you’re writing on a show, You tend to have to remove yourself a bit emotionally from it,  as you’re trying to keep a bird’s eye view, make sure the lines make sense, make sure all hairs and cuffs are in place, that clear stories are being told. Work is work is work is work, until suddenly, there you are, on set, a grown person doing your job, quietly crying into your coffee.   We shot a scene this morning in which John, the lovable DW Moffett, is there for his daughter, Daphne, the luminous Katie LeClerc, in a big way, and I was suddenly overcome with a visceral love for my Dad. I flashed on all of the times he’s encouraged me and paid for things I did and did not need and kept a brave face for me. While I never imagined I’d end up writing for a family show —  I am so happy I do,  as WHAT IS MORE RESONANT? MORE IMPORTANT THAN FAMILY? I mean, politics? MEH.

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A Goal.

April 20th, 2015 by Bekah Brunstetter

(Note re: picture below that I just found: WOMEN OF THE PERFECT POSTURE CONTEST POSING WITH THEIR X RAYS. REALLY.)

I have two main goals in life:

1.) Don’t die too young.

2.) Win the Pulitzer Prize for drama.

I unabashedly declare that I want this. I will not be coy. I want it, I do.  I like it as a goal: it’s not necessarily something you can work towards in any real way — other than to just, well, keep writing your plays, so the goal can just  sort of hover around you as you live and write.  I like what it means to a playwright: We hear you. Hey, Good job.  It’s okay that you were weird as a kid and that sometimes you can’t express yourself to other humans and that you can’t run very fast, or play the piano, and that you can’t remember the differences between all of  the wars. All of that is fine. You are doing what you are meant to be doing. I have been secretly and not so secretly secreting this honor since college, since before I even really knew what it was. In fact, when I was 25 I wrote a play called the Pulitzer Prize for Drama,  because I thought it would be  hilarious if a play called the Pulitzer Prize for Drama won the Pulitzer Prize for Drama.

The Press Release would read:

The Pulitzer Prize for Drama goes to The Pulitzer Prize for Drama.

GET IT?

……And now I think I understand why I do not have The Pulitzer Prize for Drama.

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HI HERE’S A WHOLE NEW PLAY / ALSO I BAKED

April 19th, 2015 by Bekah Brunstetter

When I’m workshopping a play,  I like to maniacally bake  for my actors.  I usually do it while I’m supposed to be re-writing, and it is usually frantic and most likely at 1 am and definitely a form of productive procrastination and I usually eat half the dough while deciding whether or not we should find out at the end that he Killed someone or that She is a He or that He used to love Her or that dandelions are in fact, not really weeds.

Each cookie is meant to say:

1.) Thanks for your Time!

2.) Thanks for your Questions!

3.) Sorry I’m rewriting your lines every ten minutes!

4.) LOOK AT ME I HAVE MANY GIFTS

5.) HOPE YOU ARE NOT ALLERGIC TO NUTS

6.) IF SO DO NOT EAT THIS BECAUSE I FOUND A BUNCH OF PECANS FROZEN IN MY FREEZER SINCE CHRISTMAS AND SO I PUT THEM IN

7.) NOT THAT I DON’T CLEAN OUT MY FRIDGE HA HA NO I DO THAT ALL THE TIME

8.) AND THERE IS NOT A TOMATO IN THERE FROM 2013 AT ALL

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REAL.

April 18th, 2015 by Bekah Brunstetter

Rehearsing this weekend for a reading of my play re: Heaven for the Pacific Playwrights Festival. It concerns a couple who’ve been married for years and years, and have seen eye to eye on most things — until She goes to heaven, and comes back to life, claiming that Heaven is in fact Real. He, well, disagrees, quite dramatically, and with the occasional monologue.   And I  have an actual married couple playing Joe and Roberta, who as characters are hybrids of all five of my lovely grandparents. Jenny O’Hara and Nick Ullett are actually married to each other, actually in love, and spent the day asking me smart questions, lovingly ribbing each other, spinning tales of his ex wives and her sneaking cigarettes on their honeymoon. Their play fights and fears felt real because for them, in a way, they are, and I stopped listening to what I’d written  and just sort of fell into the fabric of their relationship and it was a rare  playwright moment in which you realize: I may have actually done it. I may have actually constructed something fully human, as here are these humans, inhabiting it.  NOW IF I COULD JUST FIND AN ACTUAL REAL LIFE ANGEL.  IF ANYONE KNOWS ONE, JUST LET ME KNOW.

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I WILL JUST HAVE

April 17th, 2015 by Bekah Brunstetter

Note: a man in Florida challenged himself to order the most elaborate and expensive Starbucks drink there ever was. He added on and on until he had an 83 DOLLAR LATTE. Don’t he look pleased with hisself?

And so Today, on completely uncalled for moral superiority:

To the lady in front of me whose tone while ordering her coffee could only be described as lackadaisical, while I’M TRYNA GET MY COFFEE AND GET TO WORK:

Consider NOT ordering as such: ‘Ummmmm…..

Uhhhh……

UmmUhhh…..

I’ll just have…..

Uh…….

I’ll just have a grande soy decaf sugar free caramel macchiato with an extra shot no foam and a shot of sugar free vanilla in a large cup.’

LADY  THERE IS FACT NOTHING JUST ABOUT WHAT YOU JUST SAID. JUST IMPLIES MODESTY. GUESS WHAT IS JUST? MY JUST A REGULAR COFFEE.

OUT OF MY WAYYYYYYYY!

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to wear a white shirt

April 16th, 2015 by Bekah Brunstetter

To wear a white shirt is to

Say to the Day,

You will Go Accordingly: No spills.

It is to be a woman who is careful of

coffee and sins and crumbs.

It is to be Jackie O with her chin on

her clean, clean hand.

A bride blushing with secrets.

A baby who does not yet know

coffee or its name.

It is to be a man on his way to work,

To merge and purchase things,

Careful of ketchup and ink.

It is to be light and untethered,

paper and snow.

It is to be the person you

Are meant to be but

Can’t. Unbroken, stainless, bright.

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a frosty moment

April 15th, 2015 by Bekah Brunstetter

Genius coworker Terry, who can usually be found applying or peeling glue off his hands,  invented a brilliant thing. So often when breaking stories we refer to frosty moments between characters. But WHAT IF a frosty moment was just cutting to two characters eating Frosties. CAN ALL OF TELEVISION PLEASE JUST AGREE TO DO THIS? Also, now I need a Frosty.

Nope, wait, I’m good.

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Marine stuff

April 14th, 2015 by Bekah Brunstetter

As many times as Tim explains to me what exactly it is that he does in the Marines, what his position is, what his responsibilities are, I can never quite wrap my brain around it, the reality, the logistics. I admire it, I am proud of him for doing it, but I will never full get it. Our phone call this morning:

Me: Heyyyyyy brother, what’s new?

Tim: I’m back from Marine-ing, I’m now Marine-ing in a new place. Hold on, gotta send a Marine thing to another Marine.

Me: All good. How’s it going?

Tim: Pretty good, we’ve just been Marine-ing, getting ready to move out and Marine. No plans to Marine far away any time soon, but we’re shipping out to SoCal for Marine training in a few weeks, so.

Me: YOU’LL BE IN CALIFORNIA?! Can I come see you?!

Tim:….No.

Me: Why not?

Tim:….Because I’m going to be Marine-ing. The whole time.

Me: But maybe for just a minute we go to Disneyland.

Tim:….No. We have to Marine.

Me: Aw, c’mon, they won’t even let you leave like just a little bit?

Tim: No, we have to protect the country.

Me: …Boo.

Tim: This makes me not want to protect you.

Me: Yep! I get it.

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CAN WE BRING THEM BACK?

April 13th, 2015 by Bekah Brunstetter

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Brave enough to worship out loud

April 13th, 2015 by Bekah Brunstetter

James Morrison’s mom (hi Cam!) paid my blog the nicest compliment, with one of the loveliest phrases I’ve heard in a while: she said that she likes reading these here musings, because I’m ‘brave enough to worship out loud.’ Isn’t that once of the best sentences you’ve ever heard? The phrase keeps swirling around in my head, and now I must dissect it.

– I do not spend much time wondering whether or not I am brave. This part of me is not frequently put to the test. I very much like the idea that I might be That, or that I am capable of being That.

– Does Worship require said Bravery?

– And: What is Worship? I know what it means, religiously, but does it mean something even larger, beyond that?  Does it also mean, to SHOUT GRATITUDE TO THE SKY AND CELEBRATE ALL THAT IS GOOD?

– If so, then yes. Yes yes yes. I am in fact brave enough, and I worship out loud and louder, as loud as typed words could ever shout.

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