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

Rage

November 20th, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

I feel like Rage doesn’t suit me. It’s not my natural or go-to state. The closest thing I think I’ve felt in the past is frustration, which is a gateway drug to Rage, the Diet Coke of Rage, Rage’s short friend from college who she sees Sometimes, and Wow, I could make those metaphors all day. But lately I feel so much of it, and it’s like my body and brain and heart don’t know how to process it because it’s so New. It gets Big and Hot and Mean but when it comes out, it’s a cute sputter, it’s a Bee trapped in a cupcake case, buzzing around pointlessly, stinging the glass.

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Jesus in Maryland

November 18th, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

I’m in Olney, Maryland for the week to workshop Teen Mary Magdalene hearts Teen Jesus musical at the Olney Theater Center, which is very exciting and career and work and play development and yay but MOST IMPORTANTLY, I AM IN MY FAVORITE WEATHER DURING MY FAVORITE MONTH. Growing up, we went to my grandparents’ in Davidsonville, Maryland every year for Thanksgiving, and its cloudiness, it’s very specific sort of cozy cold, are things I long for whenever it turns November. I can’t believe this is my view, all week.

IF YOU NEED ME I’LL BE ROLLING AROUND IN LEAVES / DANGLING FROM LAMPPOST

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Feelings Recipes

November 16th, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

One of my new favorite things to do is to write Feelings Recipes, by which I mean, listing out not only ingredients but also the Feelings I put into whatever I cooked. And so I present to you this vegan pasta:

With turmeric chickpea noodles, Avoidance, roasted carrots and cauliflower, DESPAIR, onion and garlic, DREAD, roasted cherry tomatoes, kale, FRESH HOPE GRATED ALL OVER THE TOP OF IT (TASTES LIKE CHEESE)

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But have you tried

November 14th, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

The other day at my acupuncturist, and other words that LA people start sentences with, my gal Dr. Hong removed the needles from my face, and suddenly, without warning or explanation, started to light me on fire. Turns out it’s called Moxa, it’s an ancient Chinese practice whose ‘intention is to warm and invigorate the flow of Qi in the body and dispel certain pathogenic influences.‘ Tiny pods of mugwort are burnt around the body to increase circulation and blood flow and something with Qi. In simpler terms, she lit me with 100 tiny fires, some on my toes, some on my stomach, and it was lovely, and for the rest of the day, Morrison wouldn’t come near me because he said I smelled like Smoked Salmon. I don’t know what it did to my Qi, or if I even have Qi, because somedays, I feel like I left my Qi somewhere, took it off, put it in the wash, forgot to dry it, and now it’s molding there in the machine. But maybe, actually, my Qi is now pulsing, flowing, creating life, or at least okayness, which somedays, is Life.

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Christmas Carrot

November 12th, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

My first Christmas in LA, something like 7 years ago? I purchased a faux Christmas Tree from Target with my mostly Jewish roommates. This tree has been coming out of its cardboard box on December 1st, its pieces weirdly slotting into each other and creating Tree, every Christmas since. BUT THIS YEAR, I decided to check, just to CHECK, to see if there might be anywhere in driving distance of LA where one can cut down and their own Christmas tree. AND DAMNIT, OF COURSE THERE IS. My November is full of deadlines and waiting and work and so I’m just going to let this LA Cut down your own Christmas Tree day be my carrot to pull me through it all. AND DAMNIT, I DON’T CARE IF IT’S 80 OUT, I’LL BE COVERED IN SCARVES.

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COMING SOON TO MY LOWER BODY NEAR YOU

November 10th, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

It is requiring every fiber of my rational adult being to not order these Christmas leggings

NO WAIT YEAH, I JUST ORDERED THEM

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PRIDE

November 8th, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

I have always been a very careful person, I walk gingerly across anything that’s not a smooth and flat surface, I’ve never broken a bone or done anything physically daring that could be categorized as ‘gnarly,’ I’ve fought in zero wars, I refuse to jump from an airplane and even feel unsettled on a motorized scooter SO PLEASE LET ME BE REALLY PROUD OF MY GNARLY BRUISES, FROM THAT SUPER GNARLY TIME A NURSE TRIED TO PUT AN IV NEEDLE IN MY ARM A FEW DIFFERENT TIMES. NEEDLE GNAR IS LIFE, THE REST IS JUST DETAILS #SPORTS

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I WROTE THIS (?)

November 6th, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

I truly don’t understand how I’ve made it through any previous Christmases without this Hallmark movie. I discovered it last night, because November. It’s Romeo and Juliet, but the feuding families are NEIGHBORING CHRISTMAS TREE FARMS, aptly named, the Spruces, and the Pines. They had me at this alone, but then it faithfully continued to check every single one of my boxes:

  • A love interest girl with a perfect blowout and the most amazing collection of snow boots, who is studying horticulture in college
  • A love interest guy who wears nothing but cowboy boots and reminds his love interest and the audience in every scene that he’s from Texas
  • A character named Bear who’s a big guy who cuts down the trees and is constantly shamed for eating Pastries
  • A scene in which the love interests drink tea that’s made from pine needles steeped in water (?)
  • a random scene in which an Soldier, fresh off the plane home from Iraq, gets given a tiny Christmas tree, just because
  • Letters from a dead Mom
  • Letters from a dead mom discovered in a secret box of Christmas tree ornaments
  • Fake coldness
  • Dads wearing winter work Coats
  • thirsty background people tucked into scarves and hats
  • A single random Christmas tree in the middle of a baseball field
  • A flash forward at the end to a Christmas Day wedding
  • the traditional 900 clearly empty coffee cups and rolling suitcases
  • THE GENERAL AND OVERWHELMING FEELING THAT CHRISTMAS IS WHEN LOVE AND FAMILY AND FORGIVENESS HAPPEN
  • THE GENERAL AND OVERWHELMING FEELING THAT I WROTE THIS MOVIE (DID I WRITE IT?)

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Why to write for Kids

November 4th, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter
I very highly recommend writing plays that feature kid actors BECAUSE OF THEIR CLOSING NIGHT CARDS, SPECIFICALLY.
HE LOVES ME, OKAY? AND MAYBE I LOVE HIM TOO

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Fire Season

November 2nd, 2019 by Bekah Brunstetter

I’ve now lived in LA long enough to be aware of Fire Season, and of the fact that it’s getting worse and worse. (I’ve been so lucky so far to not have any of the fires come close to where I live, KNOCK ON ALL OF THE FLAMMABLE WOOD EVER.) Suddenly there’s surreal images of familiar places on fire and cars stuck in traffic next to it, as if it’s not even there. You wake up with a sore throat for no reason. But the worst part of all: at the beginning, before you’ve checked your phone to see that everything is now Fire, you go outside smell Campfire, and it warms you and makes you smile, makes you feel cozy and want to grab a guitar or at least a marshmallow, AND THEN YOU REALIZE IT’S THE SMELL OF SOMEONE’S HOUSE BURNING, and you feel terrible, and it’s a gutting reminder of the impermanence of things, and you go back inside and look at all of your Things and Things and Things, and imagine it all on fire, and yourself in the middle of it.

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