('cause there just ain't enough of them)
Ten things The Decemberists have inspired me to do:
1.) Read me some Myla Goldberg
2.) Live in Portland
3.) Listen to The Pouges
4.) Study Japanese folk stories
5.) Subscribe to 'Word of the Day'
6.) Play the accordion, or spend ample time with individuals who do
7.) Avoid sailors
8.) Sing in rounds
9.) Listen to Joanna Newsome (big deal)
10.) Locate the city/state/street/commonwealth of Valenica
Nine reasons I probably can't and/or won't be a 'real' writer:
1.) Can't commit to my vices
2.) Am too social, in an un-tragic way
3.) Have other marketable skills, in a tragic way
4.) Live in a perpetual state of self-induced writers block
5.) Am not quirky/eccentric/derranged enough
6.) Don't respond well to mental threats of immanent death or the annihilation of all puppies upon failure to write daily
7.) Am funny, but not
that funny
8.) Am creative, but not that creative
9.) Spend time writing useless lists rather than actually writing.
