Nothing much lately is reminding me that I’m a storyteller – although my other responsibilities are showing no hesitation at all about claiming my time. So today I’m thinking about one of the hard things about being a performer: I’m not pretty. I ask myself, why would anybody want to look at me? I try to give them good reasons – mainly along th lines of having something worthwhile or entertaining to say – but today my plan is to expse my poor old 59-year-old face to the world. Maybe I can get used to looking at it?
I’m not sure this is going to do much for my blog stats.
The Nicholas play at Saint David’s went well – I love seeing people grab my story and run with it! Now we’re planning a Twelfth Night program which will include jugglers and, hopefully, a dancing bear. Well – a dancing person in a bear suit.