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

Seattle with notes of San Fran

August 21st, 2015 by Bekah Brunstetter

OH HI I’M IN VANCOUVER! For those just tuning, that’s Canada, which is basically America but everyone is just a lot nicer and there seem to be more trees and soup. Each year, by which I mean the last two years, my childhood and grownuphood friend Julien and I pick a place and go there.  We selected Vancouver for its food and hikes, as we both like to eat and climb things. The more cities you see, the more they become hybrids of each other. Vancouver is Seattle meets San Fransisco meets Chicago meets the scary shots of the warped future town in the Hunger Games, as its sky line 90 percent high rises. Basically, it’s quite beautiful and pristine, urban without being so ridiculously overpriced like every last US city where people with man buns and juice habits like to live. So far most notable: it’s beaches are accessible, sensical, and clean — values they seem to be very much ABOOT (CANADA JOKE / THE ONLY ONE.)

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YES YOU FLAN!

August 20th, 2015 by Bekah Brunstetter

Sister Carrie turned 32 yesterday, so she flew to LA for 24 hours to stay with her hubs at the Roosevelt hotel,  where we plopped poolside and drank Rose for 5 hours with the Russian tourists then ate an ungodly amount of Mexican food to the point of sickness because I MEAN WHY WOULD YOU NOT.

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HEY GUYS IT’S AUGUST!

August 19th, 2015 by Bekah Brunstetter

YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS!

-Absurd amounts of backsweat

– Back to School by which I mean my most favorite time as a kid, I mean, a new set of colored pencils AND a new pair of second hand corduroy pants, AND a chance to reinvent yourself entirely that is until you get to class and of course realize it’s all exactly the same except maybe someone got their period and there’s a new sort of soccer shoe that everyone is casually wearing that you do not have? FUHGEDDABOUTIT.

– These Calendar drawings:

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no longer if but when

August 18th, 2015 by Bekah Brunstetter

Oh hi! If you’d like some perspective, something to ground you back to earth, to its fragility, take a gander at this article about the Cascadia fault line,  which is most definitely going to cause a massive quake, ‘1 out of 3 chances it’ll be in the next 50 years,’ and most of Northern California, Oregon, Washington state and a chunk of Canada will just get submerged beneath a tsunami and just, you know,  go floating off to sea like it never was. Schools and homes and grandparents and bikes and stores and trees and books and cars. I can’t not fear this / wonder about this / worry about this. NO LONGER IF, BUT WHEN. Why doesn’t this shake us as it should? The writer posits:

The earth is 4.5 billion years old, but we are a young species, relatively speaking, with an average individual allotment of three score years and ten. The brevity of our lives breeds a kind of temporal parochialism—an ignorance of or an indifference to those planetary gears which turn more slowly than our own.

But what are we to DO about it? As the writer even more eloquently asks it:

The Cascadia situation, a calamity in its own right, is also a parable for this age of ecological reckoning, and the questions it raises are ones that we all now face. How should a society respond to a looming crisis of uncertain timing but of catastrophic proportions? How can it begin to right itself when its entire infrastructure and culture developed in a way that leaves it profoundly vulnerable to natural disaster?

Okay, so….HOW.

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House of Stairs.

August 17th, 2015 by Bekah Brunstetter

Over fourth of July, some lady friends and I had the GENIUS IDEA to start a book club strictly for weird books we remember reading when we were kids. That’s right. A BOOK CLUB FOR OBSCURE OLD YA LITERATURE  with wine and some of that popcorn that actually evaporates your insides. First up: House of Stairs, a book I did not read when I was growing up, but is one of the strangest things I have ever read. Basically five teenage orphans find themselves suddenly placed and trapped inside of a cavernous space filled with stairs. Their only way to get food is to enact a strange, methodical dance in front of a food machine. Naturally, throughout their quest for meat pellets, romance and jealousies and pretty standard teen angst  prevail, but mostly, THEY HAVE TO DO A STRANGE METHODICAL DANCE TO GET FOOD. If you’re wondering how quickly I flew to the internet to see about movie rights it was IN FACT QUITE FAST, but sadly, a movie is of course already being made, so I’ll just work on my copy of a copy of a copy,  HOUSE OF WATERSLIDES:  a dramedy about a group of high school misfits locked in an abandoned waterpark who must do synchronized swimming for personal pan pizzas. COMING SOON.

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it hums

August 16th, 2015 by Bekah Brunstetter

Today, on Last Night I went to a Dark Place and convinced myself I’ll never Write anything Good ever again and that I Everything I’ve Written is Mediocre at best and lacks Depth because my Life Experience has been Limited: Last Night I went to a Dark Place and convinced myself I’ll never Write anything Good ever again and that I Everything I’ve Written is Mediocre at best and lacks Depth because my Life Experience has been Limited.

WELCOME!

Writers / artists / wrartists: I ask you this: how do we stay inspired, that special kind of inspired that comes from STRUGGLE, from REJECTION, from LOSS, from GRIT, when we are humans and want to create nice, safe lives for ourselves, lives with structure, with love, with routine? How, inside of our air conditioning, can we keep asking questions that burn to be answered? There is a hum of a nice life that is soothing and puts you to sleep.  But eventually you are asleep even when you’re wide awake. You drift from soft room to soft car to salad, your whole day an exhale. Your language and world become scripted and cyclical as you find yourself over and over in the same conversation, as your thoughts turn from lunch to new towels. Mindless worry is your trauma.  The books on your nightstand are like little doors to little rooms you can enter that contain World War II or Rape or Outer Space. You enter a world briefly, oh how terrible, close the book and get out. Settle into your nice chair, it hums. Suddenly the cat is staring at you. What’re we doing? he stares to know. Couple a pussies, you and me. What are we doing with our lives? We should be HUNTING, man, we should be getting our claws WET.

The connection is brief. He turns his face into the air conditioning.

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okay so I finally get it

August 15th, 2015 by Bekah Brunstetter

Sugar is slowly murdering us all and protein is infinitely important. I also know that for me, baking things is the most soothing / comforting activity there is, it is my equalizer, it is my all natural Lexapro, and so I MUST DO IT. And so I have discovered a myriad of recipes that use little to no sugar, whole wheat flour and protein powder as a base, rendering dangerous desserts into something you can trick yourself into thinking is good for you because it actually sort of IS. Scroll through the recipes and imagine giant gym bruhs and gals in aprons, muddling strawberries and greasing loaf pans. Yesterday I tried a banana bread. The final product can only be described in the words of Morrison Keddie, a man who knows what  he likes which just so happens to be Food, in general: It tastes like nothing. But like in a good way. YOU TOTALLY WANT SOME, DON’T YOU? TRY YOURS TODAY HERE!

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BE STILL MY PLAYWRIGHT HEART

August 14th, 2015 by Bekah Brunstetter

This little promo picture for the upcoming production of the Oregon Trail in DC is just killing me. The trail girl wistfully sitting in the present day My So Called Life hallway with the creepyhot sports kid lurking over the seventh grader who is just straight up done is MELTING ME INTO A POOL OF FEELINGS AND STAGE DIRECTIONS.

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hey great meeting

August 13th, 2015 by Bekah Brunstetter

Last week, Carrie relayed to me her husband Simon’s perspective on LA —  on meetings / jobs / job meetings:  no one here will ever say no. Simon is older and from England and so naturally, everything he says is true, but most definitely this. In the Hollyweird bidness, there is infinite politeness and boundless positivity. After meetings, I oftentimes get positive feedback, such as WE LOVED HER, which always leaves me feeling like: really? Why? Because I didn’t pee on the floor or punch anyone? But I  guess may I also know a thing or two, and so here are some tips re: how to have a great Hollywood meeting:

–  Show up on time or sort of on time.

– Show up on time or sort of on time wearing clothes.

– Have written or done something at least once prior to the meeting.

– Be able to talk in complete sentences or at least sort of complete sentences about that at least one thing you’ve previously written or done.

– Have a fun anecdote!

– Leave at the meeting’s natural end.

– Don’t kill anyone on your way out.

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THESE ARE A DELICIOUS THING.

August 12th, 2015 by Bekah Brunstetter

There is candy that is made to taste like fruit, and now there is FRUIT THAT IS MADE TO TASTE LIKE CANDY.

To read all about grape sex / how these absurd little boos are made, click HERE.

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