Inga M. Beck

It is universally acknowledged that a proper writer must lead a dissolute life… WRONG. Sure the stereotype says so, I mean good god, just watch an episode of Californication. Sure some might say I’m not a proper writer. But I don’t care. I will be at some point. But the point is, I’m a morning person. I loooove getting up early and getting loads of things done/written before noon. I enjoy even more annoying the shit out of people who are not crazy and energetic in the morning.

However, as jolly and energetic as I can get, being woken up by a dog that’s suffering from diarrhea at five in the morning is not such a wonderful occasion for morning-happiness. That sort of thing tends to result in something like this  by two o’clock in the afternoon.

Where was I going with this? Cthulhu knows.
Anywho, I may sometimes get drunk and disorderly, I tell inappropriate jokes and scare people off by being open and honest to the point where it’s almost creepy. A lot of people think I must be some kind of mythical creature when I arise bright and early after a long night of partying and less than 3 hours of sleep like there’s nothing to it. But what people don’t see (like now for example when I’ve been up since 5 in the morning) is when the ADD sets in and nothing that I say or write makes sense…not even a little. For instance, what is up with this blog post? I have no idea what is going on. Why am I sitting in the green room of Iceland’s largest concert house, chugging coffee and blogging?

I think I may have just gone around a few circles. My plan was to prove that I could be a writer with a organized, respectful life… but then did just the opposite  Ain’t life beautiful.

But still, even if sleep deprived, I’m a morning person. So… Oh look! A DUCK!