Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)
So here it is, Wednesday evening. Plowing word-furrows on the blank and sterile page of a draft post, hoping that this preparation of the page within which I need to raise some words to grow into thoughts and, maybe even, ideas. That’d be delightful. But for now, I’ll just type in the totally-unsupportable notion that even bad, no… random words on a page can become the birthing place of Six Sentence Story, which as we all know, is zoe’s stern, but encouraging gift to those of us who not only enjoy writing, but enjoy the practice of this art.
This week’s prompt is ‘Draw’
He believed that he knew what she wanted of him. Since their transition from classmates to class-couple, he’d been working furiously on improving his fluency in the secret language of those-who-would-be-in-love. Figure Drawing 101, where they met and became, ‘acquaintances-with-an-option-on-caring’, was where, every Thursday evening (6:30 to 10:00 pm) they conducted their initial negotiations and practiced the art. He was young and inexperienced in the affairs of the heart; she was young.
In both classroom instruction and relationships, there comes a time for testing competency, however, not all testing prohibits cooperation.
As he clumsily smeared paint on the canvas, she said, ‘Do I have to draw you a picture?’