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

I would like to not thank the Academy

June 10th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Fox graciously and generously got all of the This is Us writers memberships with the Television Academy, which at first makes one feel quite lucky and fancy, but then, THE BOXES START TO COME.

As a TV academy member / Emmy voter, basically every single show and every single network sends you a highly flammable box containing DVDs of their shows, ALL OF WHICH ARE AVAILABLE ONLINE, and yet, they still send the boxes.  Clearly so much thought and care has gone into the design and presentation of them, and it all just makes you so sad for the people who put so much time and energy into the making of them because you have no time to even open them or watch them because you are too busy making other TVs, and it all just feels so very wasteful and looking at the stacks of them makes you question not only your own time management, but also the entire world, the people in it, and the peoples’ relationships to the that world’s resources. WHAT ARE THINGS? WHAT IS TIME?

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MUSIC TEARS

June 9th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

DO YOU LIKE TO CRY,  BUT OUT OF YOUR EARS? This is Us now has a Spotify playlist that you can follow!

It features songs from the episodes:  some covers, some old faithfuls, some originals written just for the show, basically just anything that tickles the part of your soul that knows that you’re human and so is everyone and family is sacred and life is fragile and time is fleeting  and basically just RIPS TEARS FROM THAT PART.

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not this, but

June 8th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

One of the most valuable things I’ve learned about writing from the process of writing for TV is the concept of ‘not this, but.’ It allows a writer to say ‘here is the terrible version of my idea,’ and then present something obvious and bald and not great, but chances are, there’s something there that can be finessed into something more elegant. If you slave over the perfect version before you even present the idea, you will not only drive yourself insane but also probably slowly grow ulcers if not brain tumors and / or resentment for the creative process over time. But if you can be brave enough to present the inelegant version of the idea, with the neurotic disclaimer that it’s SO VERY BAD, chances are you will stumble your way towards something brilliant, if not palatable, if not mediocrity’s slightly taller, more attractive cousin.

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bud day

June 7th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

The happiest of birthdays to my bud, Elizabeth Castoria, superior sautee-er of vegetables, kindest of hearts, supreme toilet paper picker-upper, once tiny manhattan apartment share-er, forever and ever friend.

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the witching hour

June 6th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Experts and addicts and expert addicts say that alcoholics have a witching hour, a time of day when they always start to want a drink, for most, about 5 PM, the hovering inbetween day and night. Interestingly, TV writers rooms have a collective witching hour, but it’s about 3 PM, that hovering between lunch and end of day, and it’s NINETY SEVEN BAGS OF POPCORN. It’s predictable, it’s feral, it’s comforting, it’s disturbing, it’s how we somehow manage to get it all done.

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assistance

June 5th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

I’m thrilled to announce that a very lovely college student who I met at the Ojai Playwright’s Conference is going to be my assistant for the Summer. I think it’ll be an interesting experiment in delegation and letting go. I’ve never had an assistant, so in an effort to understand how this lovely person might be of assistance to me, how I might use her in a way that is rewarding to the both of us, I’ve started a list of tasks.

– organize file cabinet

– figure out why my computer no longer knows that it has a USB port

– find articles and books for me to adapt

– help me get this piece of lettuce out of my teeth

– take my hands to get a manicure

– nurture my drifting friendships

– figure out why my eyes are rejecting my contact lenses

– determine to what extent climate change can be slowed by our behavior

– be my hands

– be my eyes

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The End Feeling

June 4th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Did you know that even if you’re not really a theater person, you still have an innate sense of when a play should End? I’ve felt it so many times: I’m watching a play with some 30-200 strangers, some regular theater goers, some not, and towards The End of the play, there is the feeling of, well, The End. We can all actually feel it coming. There’s what we perceive to be the penultimate scene — the crescendo — and then there better be The End, or we get restless, our attention drifts, we feel sort of lied to, as we were made to feel like it was The End, and yet these people keep emoting, talking too much with their hands. Since humans have this inborn sense of story, it’s then the playwright’s job to make sure the play Ends just a moment right before or after it feels like it should, subverting that End feeling ever so slightly. I say this mostly to myself, as a typical Bekah play Ends for approximately 30 to 57  minutes.

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fantasy cookbook

June 3rd, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

I dreamt Gwyneth Paltrow gifted me with a cookbook full of recipes for cookies that look like toys and cakes that look like skating rink birthday parties and and pies that look like the aisles of craft stores and cupcakes that look like the glitter bombs tossed around by the Lost Boys in Hook. It was basically a cookbook for desserts that are so bright they look animated. Was it a dream, or a directive? NOW I MUST FIND IT.

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carrots hugging

June 2nd, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Today, on rabbit holes to venture down during lunch while shoving a salad into your face: CARROTS DOING HUMAN TYPE THINGS.

OKAY GOOD LUCK FINDING YOUR WAY OUT

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nonpost

June 1st, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

I do not engage in mindless and narcissistic social pacts such as ‘Throwback Thursday,’ but here is a picture of myself that just so happens to be from the past clearly posing in front of a house that is actually made of mirrors so that it might reflect my own self back to me 100 times.

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