It has often occurred to me that if I had been born 3 or 4 hundred years ago, I would have made some village, town or perhaps even county a decent minstrel, bard or storyteller. When all one had to compete with were other local artists, there was room for all to choose their art as a career. Now, however, that one need compete on a global scale if one wants to make a living at any art, performance or otherwise, it is nearly impossible for the only-above-mediocre to have a snowball’s chance in hell at making it.
Just Kristin
… a gentil harlot and a kynde.
