TToT -the Wakefield Doctrine- “…wait a minute, you can’t do that! it’s …it’s just not done!”

Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)


Not a lot of bandwidth left, will be brief: Lizzi ->Ten Things of Thankful ->(years fly by) -> Josie -> TToT ->new curatorship ->new and old participants.

Seeing how we’re all now used to how much…. er  latitude is allowed (encouraged, really, as Josie being a writer of no small ability), to take the road less travelled, I thought I’d submit this TToT. (Have my Romance Writers of Rhode Island meeting today, and… and! I’m to bring (some) of the refreshments.*

1)  Saturday Morning:

2) Anticipatory Item: the Wakefield Doctrine Rite of Hat. If you take a photo of yourself wearing a Wakefield Doctrine hat standing in front of a place or a thing, then you have every right to claim ownership. It worked (for a while) for Spain and Portugal! (see: Treaty of Tordesillas)

3) Estes Park, Colorado

4) Rhode Island Romance Writers 

5) hey! Kerry!! we’re a bit more cinematographic than usual this week. The first video is a youtube clip from an old (as in way before you, or, I fear, most readers were born)… a feature from the Rocky and Bullwinkle show. There is audio and the animation is nothing to write home about. The second vid is from one of my Doctrine road trips, in this case to Colorado and the Stanley Hotel. The Stanley Hotel is a hotel (in the style and architecture of the grand resort hotels, all cupolas and porches and formal lawns) in the Rockies, famously used as an establishing shot in one of the movie versions of Stephen King’s ‘The Shining’.  The video is of my Wakefield Doctrine hat as I pan from hotel to mountains and back again. Now that I see the vid, I really should be claiming to be a pioneer of the selfie… this having been taken 5 or 6 years ago.

6)  The ‘fact of Ola’. Not to indulge in the metaphysical** but those in our lives, present and departed become a part of us, (imo), in a very real sense. Not simply memories of the times spent together, but in the way that we relate ourselves to the world around us every day going forward.


8) the Book of Secret Rules (aka the Secret Book of Rules) this collection of written and un-written ‘Rules’, are the inferred license to further engage in the community here at the TToT. (There’s an old Hibernian saying, “rules, schmules… the only effective rules are those we make up ourselves.“), meaning, of course, that even at a bloghop such as one titled Ten Things of Thankful, it is the intention of the participants that is paramount, the intention to share parts of our individual realities that cause us to feel grateful and, by sharing it, allow others to identify with the experience. ya know?

9) Saturday Night


10) Secret Rule 1.3  (see Item 8)

* maybe not the Algonquin Roundtable, but this is a group of rather talented and quite accomplished authors. Being invited*** to bring some of the refreshments, though I am not inclined to eat in public, implies that I am that much closer to being accepted into the ranks (or rankquetts) of this rather interesting writers group

** yeah, right

*** well,  I kinda waved my hand from the back of the class… “Hey! Hey!”1

1)  Students of the Wakefield Doctrine (yeah, I’m thinking Cynthia and Denise and Lizzi and zoe) are all, smiling at themselves and nodding with one of those rounded thought balloons over they heads,  “Ah!! His secondary scottian aspect asserting itself. It is so true that clarks, though they do not enjoy being the center of attention, will not tolerate being ignored.”



Six Sentence Story -the Wakefield Doctrine-

Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)


The prompt word is ‘Fault’ for this week’s Six Sentence Story.

New Readers? The Six Sentence Story bloghop is zoe’s weekly dare: ‘Hey! you know the word, ‘Fault’? Never mind what definition, the word, do you know it? Fine. You know how to make up a story? Well, me and my little dog dare you to write a story that involves that word and do it in six and only six sentences. What?!? Fault! Weren’t you listening?! (“Keep your eye on this one Joule.  Yeah, ‘ARR’ to you too.“).

It’s challenging and fun, you should join us this week. And you can write anything you’d like. For example, some people are writing serial stories, every Thursday a six sentence installment. Others write amazing set pieces, mood and humor all wrapped up in little six sentence bundles. This week, I’m going to pre-borrow from the next Chapter of ‘Home and Heart’ for a scene to form my Six around. (New Readers: If you’re like me and are constantly trying to improve ‘the skills’, taking a large scene and making it fit into Six Sentences is, like, totally good practice.)



Sister Catherine looked at the woman who sat in the empty classroom and said, “Thank you for coming in today, Roanne, I’m very concerned about your daughter, Patrice.”

Roanne Avila sat and felt her days as a pupil at St. Dominique’s whisper from the wood and metal of the desk, looked up, her cautious movements forgotten in the memories that grew in her mind, let the wave of an obviously new hairstyle fall to the side of her face; the nun tensed as she saw the smudge of reddish orange at the corner of her former pupil’s eye, an un-noticed stutter in the application of make-up.

Sister Catherine, (though very few would have the suicidal daring to ask, grew up in an orphanage with the unlikely name, ‘the Miami Children Center’, only in part unusual for being in Ohio), knew the palette of abuse, the colors of shame and secret pain, stepped around her desk and crouched next to the young woman, who tried to turn her head away.

“Roanne, look at me,” her tone, while not one of a person only hoping to be obeyed, held a barely noticeable tremor of concern, as she reached with thin, graceful fingers, a plain gold band her sole touch of color and held the younger woman’s chin, far more gently than the wire-rimmed glasses and bleached white wimple framing her face would ever suggest, and turned the woman’s head slightly.

“My husband Roger works so hard at the casino providing for me and the kids, he really is a good man, I shouldn’t complain so much, it’s my fault that he hit me,” the young woman’s voice held more emotions than a single sentence should be able to contain.

Sister Catherine’s touch became stronger yet more gentle, as if holding a child against a sudden onslaught of cold wind, and with eyes that blazed with the un-definable power of a childless mother, said in a whispered shout,  “You must never say that, you are entitled to live your life without being hurt by another just because they want someone else to feel as bad as they do.”



Monday -the Wakefield Doctrine- “if you’ll just open the book to Chapter 1, we will begin.”

Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)

'Home and Heart' a Sister Margaret Ryan novel

‘Home and Heart’ (a Sister Margaret Ryan novel)

Hey! Chapter 1 of ‘Heart and Home’ (a Sister Margaret Ryan novel) is out this morning! So, to keep things as simple as possible*, the link will take you to Jukepop which is a site geared towards serial stories. While I hear from some that getting in the first time can be a bit….clunky, the site does offer a certain manageability once the Chapters start to accrue. And it allows comments and reviews and…. votes. You can vote for the story at the end of each chapter because… we never, ever leave high school. (My clark is showing here, as the reality of the world is that people are attracted to what other people like and those stories that have a lot of votes make people curious and they read it and… etc. Go! Skippers!!**) If you have trouble getting into the site let me know and I’ll send you the link to the wordpress site I have setup for the story.

I trust you’ll enjoy.


this just in!  the site, jukepop, seems to need to review and approve the new story so here’s the link to the wordpress site:

‘Home and Heart’  (a Sister Margaret Ryan novel)


* again, zoe, with the ‘coals to Newcastle  lol

** the name of the high school sports teams in my high school, so many years ago. I did not participate in… wait a minute! I did, in fact participate in high school sports! damn, just remembered it was Track and Field in the spring of my Senior year! I’ll totally have to write a post, but first Chapter 1


TToT -the Wakefield Doctrine-

Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)


Ever find yourself (probably as a kid, ’cause if it happened nowadays, you’d be reading this from a hospital bed) running so fast that your head was leading your feet so much as to create a very real risk of falling. And, despite a patently justified urgency surrounding this sense of disequilibrium, a part of you insists there’s plenty of time to make a decision, (slow down head/speed up feet). That’s kind of how this week ended for me. As a result, I will ask that you bear with me, as my narrative may become somewhat… ‘loosely bound’*

The photo up there? Ola at age … 6 months(?)  I have Y-Chrome Syndrome (which, as everyone knows, presents as a marked predisposition towards birthday/anniversary-lexia. Item 3 below will provide a more cogent context.)

1)  Lets start with technology as Item 1 on this week’s ‘oT.  Pick a device, any device! Phones and computers, cars and cameras. Especially the cameras, which is worthy of note, given I’m a clark. clarks are, of course, famously photophobic. Want a quick way to spot the clark at the family reunion? The person behind the camera, every time.

2) I’ll mention the Wakefield Doctrine here at Number Two, even though (or perhaps, because), I’ll be citing Doctrine chapter and verse throughout the post. All around fun and scary efficacious.1

3) Phyllis and Una and I were sitting in my ‘office’ while I typed the first draft of this Post and, for some reason, we started talking about Ola, more precisely, we were remembering ‘Ola stories’. I think it started when one of us mentioned Una’s habit of barking when either of us leave in the morning. Phyllis recalled how Ola, as a very young dog, used to sit in the bathtub as we tried to leave for work. Clearly her (Ola, not Phyllis) reasoning was that an Offer like that would not be so easily dismissed. Then there was the time, when Ola was teething, I decided the only safe place to leave her during the day was the kitchen. (We have a smallish galley kitchen, like a squared off ‘U’ cabinets, stove, refrigerator and vinyl floor.) So I blocked off the open end and left Ola with a full water bowl, a bunch of toys and a blanket (and I think the TV was on, for company, of course) and left for work. I happened to get home first that night and I walked through the dining area, (that ‘elled’ into the kitchen), and there was Ola. Sitting perfectly upright in the middle of the kitchen with a pile of vinyl flooring scattered about, the entire floor removed. Ola was looking at me, the way that dogs do so very well, “Hi! Look!! Look at what I did!” (wag wag wag). So I looked at her and said “What a good girl! Such a day’s work!” And Ola’s tail, which had been slowly, modestly wagging, went into full sweep.
We both loved Ola very much. And she loved us.

4) Work…. ayiiee! Always an opportunity to become aware of how frequently fear is a factor in my everyday decision-making. When I’m lucky, I notice it early enough to make a (slightly) different decision.

5) Una. She is the most athletic, (in a Nadia Comaneci sort of way), dog that we’ve had. She has an astounding ability to spring upwards. Like, she’d be standing in front of the couch, and then she be on the couch, no need to flex her muscles, no running start. Four feet on the floor. Four feet on the couch. And, she’s not a big dog, so it’s not like with Bella or Ola, both of whom could simple step up onto the couch.

6) Gravity Challenge…. hard to believe that we’ve been doing this thing for…hold on, let me go look a ling time. damn! Every day except Sunday. You should join us.

7) How about a little BoSR/SBoR Primer…. although everyone pretty much has the idea, i.e. if you find yourself struggling with coming up with as many Items as you had hoped for, or you have a situation and you think it might not qualify as a Grat item, or you’re like me and kinda want to have fun with serious things, then the Book is there. Some one, it might have been, Jo or maybe it was Kerry in any event they restated the concept of ‘hypo-gratitude’ way better than I could…. and it’s that (kind of) approach that makes the TToT such an inclusive and fun ‘hop.

8) Gotta save me a couple of places for the rollout of  ‘Home and Heart’ (a Sister Margaret Ryan novel) I’ll post the link to Chapter 1 here and ask those so inclined to go to the jukepop site to read the Chapter and vote (cause they have a thing where you vote and comment and such). I will also be messaging out the Chapter links in ‘the Facebook’ to all of them what indicated an interested.

9) Josie for opening the doors to this place each weekend, welcoming those who have never been here and maintaining the kind of continuity that keeps the best and allows for better.

10) Secret Rule 1.3


*  zoe’s lips are now moving, expert lip-readers are looking puzzled as they say, “…coals to Newcastle” (?)

1)  I still can’t find the word I’m looking for to describe the quality (of the Doctrine) that denotes having an accuracy of prediction, and further, asserts the validity of groupings of characteristics to one, (of each), of the three personality types. Example: rogers live in a quantifiable world, they like filmmaker Ken Burns’s work… a lot, if they enjoy bicycling, they prefer to wear clothing with the logo of every major corporation, at least as many as will fit; if they have a workshop, (basement or garage), they not only will have an organized workshop, the workshop will include a pegboard for tools and, not only will they have a pegboard for tools, the pegboard will have the silhouette of each tool drawn out, one for each. That quality, theres a word of how these (among other) disparate characteristics hold true for rogers as well as do the counter part characteristic qualities for clarks and scotts do…. whatever that word is


The Sixth Sentence -the Wakefield Doctrine- completes the Story

Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)


Here it it, ‘pre-Thursday’ already! It’s been my practice to put some words on ‘paper’ as a way to reduce lock-up come tomorrow (Thursday) morning, when zoe’s bloghop ‘Six Sentence Story‘ opens for business. It helps to not have to stare at a blank white page.

The theme, (of the bloghop), is simplicity itself: write a story in six, (and only six), sentences.

This week, our host, zoe, has charged us with creating a story of six sentence length using the word, ‘Point’ as the prompt, reference, starting p….

“No fricken way,” the writer stared at the list of definitions for the word ‘Point’, his confidence leaking like the hollow pillow of a life raft full of holes, CO2 canisters hissing like cats on a merry-go-round.

“I’ve lost it, finally a word without a story… or too many stories,” he felt the faux nausea of the previous nights non-sleep, eight hours of waking up too soon and not getting back to sleep soon enough; like an old movie where a plot point is announced by a display of newspapers being printed and put, full screen, headlines blaring, the jagged dream fragments ran through his head. The only bright spot was the memory of a creative twist to a night of worry-dreams, as he recalled that every other dream centered on relaying someone else’s six sentence story into the mornings collection.

Counting periods with the exaggerated care of a precocious four-year-old, all too aware of the how important it was to the adults, he counted, then remembered another metaphor to contrast the child image with that of an elderly adult, all Sinbad and the Old Man of the Sea, like.

“Whats the point,” he thought, kicking the thorny deja vu chewing at his ankle across the floor and under the bed, he looked for a rhetorical insurance policy, “it’s always a good idea to muddle up the imagery and make it hard to remember if you’ve written this story before, otherwise you’d need pray that the group’s collective memory is all cozy with strangers, like a college dorm on a snowy Thursday night. Satisfied that he kicked at his rhetorical trail enough to evade all but the most ruthless trackers, he smiled with relief and punched in the last (period) .




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