Finish The … -the Wakefield Doctrine- Sentence Friday

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Hey! It’s Kristi and her bloghop, Finish the Sentence Friday. Talk about the curtains of near past parting! We were, like, in the same home room in the Ninth Grade at Blog High!

Back then, her and Stephanie and Janine and Kenya and them were like the total writer-grrls, when I slipped in the side-entrance on ‘the Facebook’, Mr. Newbie A Blogwriter. In fact, FTSF was the first bloghop I got involved in and, hell, through those weekly posts, I came to meet most of the people who I count as friends, all these years later. (Blogyears are like dog years only different. The ramp is steeper initially/ 1 blog year = 1 year in the ‘real’ world, 2 blog years = 23 years in the real world. Then the curve flattens out and, for me, having been ‘here’ since 2009, that makes me 89 ‘real’ years old, which isn’t quite the actual number).

Anyway. This week’s prompt:

“Why Do People Write…”

It happens that I know precisely why I write. Better I say, ‘I know precisely why I started writing’. Prior to June 2009 writing was not a feature of my reality, at least not as a diversion or form of expression or, in any manner, a common interest shared by friends. I started writing because I needed to express the Wakefield Doctrine. I made the decision to write a blog for that reason. Everything from that point on has been in the service of explaining and presenting ‘the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers’ to as many different people as I possibly could manage.

The internet in general, and the blogosphere in particular, have a whole bunch of people who hang out, express opinion, and generally interact socially, albeit, virtually. I went where the blog took me, which included, of course, ‘the Facebook’. And that’s when my ‘need to write’ really took off. I met people who had blogs and people who ran bloghops and I quickly became aware of the fact that I needed to learn to write better. Just so I could hang out with my new friends. Not that anyone said anything, however I recognized that the price of years of daydreaming through English and Composition classes had finally come due.

That’s why I write.

The Wakefield Doctrine is a peculiar thing, particularly in the context of a person who is a clark. The Wakefield Doctrine became my passion and because of that, while there was never any question that I might stop writing, I needed to speed up the improvement of my skills. I thought, go hang out with people who write better than you and, if they don’t throw you out, you’re bound to get better; all through the years of writing a post a day, through the cycles of ‘hey! that wasn’t bad’….. ‘oh my god, I suck at this writing thing!’ I’ve persevered and while I still cycle between, “hey I’m not so bad at this writing thing‘ and ‘god, this wouldn’t get me a D in 10th Grade English!’, I know this is a common condition among those who believe that if an idea or a view on life is written with enough willingness to risk ridicule, others will encourage and support you.

Kristi is one of those early people I was lucky to have met. (Don’t tell her, but in real life? if I encountered her somewhere, I wouldn’t have had the nerve to introduce myself.) Fortunately, I hung in with the blog posts and the bloghops and such and I consider the opportunity to get to hang out with her and the others I count as friends to be a total, fricken gift from the internet.

…that was a fairly long way to say, “I write to know that there are people in this world who I can connect with and, by doing so, enhance my life.”


Six Sentence Story -the Wakefield Doctrine-

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



This is the Six Sentence Story.

You should join us.

It’s simple.

Write a story that is exactly six sentences in length.

Link it to zoe’s blog.

Read and enjoy.

This week’s prompt word: ‘YARD’

The old fisherman sat on the wrought iron and bleached-wood bench overlooking the commercial docks. Permanently land-bound, age and infirmity achieving what neither ocean nor weather could, he stood watch over the deserted boat yard. From first light he sat, as un-moving as the hulks of damaged and abandoned boats that lined the far edge of the shell-white parking lot; the call from just past the horizon becoming more faint with each day. He would stare down the morning sun until, content in its own nature, it would set in the west; only then would he slowly stand and walk away. Against his back, the chance evening breeze might press, an echo of the hearty slap of fellow sailors, returned once more from sea. Like the lettering on an old ships’ stern, their names and faces grew faint, yet he knew that provided the sun rose, his duty was to stand watch until he might join them again.



impromptu post* -the Wakefield Doctrine- *…done without being planned, organized, or rehearsed.

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

Of course, our Dickensian subtitle begs the question, ‘can a reprint truly be un-planned or un-organised or (especially) un-rehearsed?‘ I mean, serially, is it not the essence of rehearsal to present something that, while at one point was spontaneous, by definition is a repeat? I know that the clarks (and those rogers and scotts with significant secondary clarklike aspects) are thinking, ‘isn’t the bulk of my day in fact a ‘reprint’? if I’m remembering how I usually respond to people and situations in the past and am taking that habitual path today… am I giving up my opportunity for the sake of certainty. damn! best try not to do that!’

From 2012

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

The Wakefield Doctrine is a unique insight into the behavior of the people in our lives (and outside of our lives). The Wakefield Doctrine is predicated on the fact that everyone lives  in what amounts to a ‘personal reality’ (aka a worldview).1 For the Reader willing to accept this premise, we offer three characteristic worldviews that account for:  you, me, the person who woke you up this morning, the Physician who will change your life in a single statement, the child you remember being on the perfect Halloween Evening, the woman who said she would love no other, the Teacher who you hated, the man who promised to return, the dreams of the future, the regrets of the past and your smile (to yourself) that you are still reading this thing.

The characteristic worldviews are (that of):

  1. the Outsider, you wake up each day knowing that the world is ‘out there’ and you are ‘here’, you are creative and funny and have an insatiable appetite to learn things, anything, for the joy of discovery and in the (secret) hope of learning the secret of how to be ‘a part of’ to not be the Outsider. This is the clark personality
  2. the Predator, you wake up each morning hungry…physically, spiritually, socially, sexually. A scott, (this is the personality type that naturally results from living in the worldview of the Predator), is always on the move, always alert, aggressive, fun to be with, mercurial, loud, un-shy and outlandish. It is said of the scottian individual, “I scream, therefore I am”
  3. the Member of the Herd, as a roger you are confident in the rightness of the world and constantly worried about sufficiently understanding the proper way to live, you are a social genius, you are a very encouraging listener and an inveterate gossip. You believe that Reality and the Universe is quantifiable and governed by Rules, your understanding of these Rules invests you with Power and Responsibility to everyone you encounter, rogers are responsible for Civilization and the Spanish Inquisition, the stability of  governance and the Salem Witch Trials

The theory (of the Wakefield Doctrine)  is that we are all born with the capability to live in one of these three worldviews and that at an early age (3-5), we all settle into what becomes our predominant worldview. Although this predominant worldview becomes our defining reality, we never lose the capacity to act as we would if we were in the ‘other two worldviews’. This is why many people, upon first trying out the Doctrine, write in and say, “Hey, I know my type, but there are times when I act like one of the other two! What the hell?” This is the example of what we call a secondary aspect, where a person ’employs’ a characteristic of the non-dominant worldviews to deal with a situation. It is usually a passing thing, nothing to be alarmed about.2
The Wakefield Doctrine is not only unique, it is easy to use! It does not ask questions, does not require the individual (you, the Reader, who else would we mean??!)  t0 complete a survey or describe their likes, dislikes and favorite colors.  There is no math to be performed, no charts or graphs (“…your personality type is somewhere on this scale that runs from 0 = Savior of Mankind to 10 = Geez, what a jerk!”)
The Wakefield Doctrine simply maintains that your personality is the natural result of your growing up, developing and living in one of the three worldviews.
The Wakefield Doctrine is not only unique and easy, it is fun! If you learn the characteristics of the three personality types, go out into your day today, you will see at least one clark and one scott (and by inference a bunch of rogers), and they will act just like we describe in these Pages. So go out, try it and come back and say “Hey Make it stop now!! Sure this is a valid insight, but my husband!!  he is such a roger! I can’t stop giggling when he tries to tell me how great a hobby that (genealogy, re-enacting, bicycling is). Make it stop!”

Thats it for today.

Thanks for behaving! We have a group of new people here today (yes, those odd locations in the feedjit, the whispering in the back of the classroom) not to worry! Most will leave as soon as the Tour bus gets here. Sure, why not? “Now,everone say hello to all them folks what came by from Bloppy Bloggers!


1)  nothing weird, really! We are not saying that reality is what you want it to be ( well, we actually do say that) and we are not proposing that the world at large is less real and concrete than your personal world,  (err..better hold that thought too) and we are so not saying that this is a personality theory that requires the user to have  a certain, special quality that combines intellectual confidence and a desire to imagine what if? (damn! 3 for 3…back up to the Post now, enough about you, this is about how the Wakefield Doctrine will make your today much more interesting).

2)  actually this business of secondary aspects holds the key to the Wakefield Doctrine being used as the best of self-improvement, self-development tools! But that’s for later, this is an introduction to the Doctrine, yo.



* here’s the vid that took me back (almost) to the reprint post above.


TToT -the Wakefield Doctrine-

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

‘Whats a birthday celebration without photos thought lost in the past?’
Una at some age less than six months. The woman holding her for the photo is wearing the traditional national dress of the Czech Republic, i.e. red, down-filled quilted jacket. She is smiling in the background. Una is resting her chest and forelegs on the woman’s left hand, her paws showing light beige (Una’s, not the woman’s) in color, Una’s expression is one of less than total enjoyment.


Isn’t it funny how words and expressions can change meaning with time? I’m currently trying to write this on my phone and, for whatever reason, the expression popped into mind, ‘ (he is) all thumbs’. I kinda know why that thought occurred to me, as my texting skills are totally what we used to refer to as ‘hunt an peck’. In any event, I remembered that proper texting technique involves the use of both thumbs, hence the thought of ‘all thumbs’. The continuation of the thought that meanings change was inevitable. (then: ‘Why, the poor dear tries so hard but is all thumbs’; now: ‘yow, look at her text, girls all thumbs’). I trust that’s what the ‘young’ people might say. For some reason I’m not always included in their peer conversations.

Where was I? I know! I know! This is the TToT.

This is a bloghop. People write posts, (on their respective blog), and link them to the post the Josie sets up each and every week. This allows ‘one-stop’ reading and given the theme, gratitude (its appreciation, recognition and sharing) it makes for very enlightening reading.

Thanks as always to Josie Two Shoes for her dedication and hard work in making this ‘hop experience both simple and seamless.

‘Colorful stripes and curious dogs’
Phyllis giving Una her birthday presents. They are in a gift bag, (as opposed to individually wrapped, as Una had already eaten breakfast).
The bag in on the left edge of the center of the photo. It shows as a rectangle (on end) held at the top by two very red strings for a handle. The bag has horizontal stripes from top top bottom and looks like an astronomers spectrum analysis (provide the astronomer was 5 years old and just discovered Crayola Centuri).
Una is on her couch. And leaning forward to check out the bag with her primary senses, i.e. her nose is a quarter in from the bag (to explore the contents), her ears are up (in case it’s alive) and her eyes are totally on Phyllis. A happy and alert dog on her birthday.

“A young dog opening presents.’
Deciding which of the toys to pull our of the bag first.

‘Autumns birthday cake’
A photo of the side yard. The lower half (landscape perspective) is of the lawn, which for reasons related to shade, runs from a splotchy dark green on the left, fading to a worn-carpet beige as it leaves our view on the right.
The top half of the photo is of the pine woods. The nearest pine trees are showing with their branches shooting upwards at an angle to the trunk, like a stop-action fireworks display with green gun powder. There is a gap in the trees in the center that leads to Phyllis’ tree house.
The center of the photo is the birthday cake. There is circle of ferns about twenty feet across. The edges show darker than the center and add to the sense of a disc. The color ranges from green to a diluted mustard-yellow with some brown-trying-real-hard-to-look-red. The edge nearest has shadows and make you think of the upwards-curling-over of frosting around the top edge of a cake.

2) Una’s birthday today, she’s 7 (or maybe 49 or …56.) Nah, she’s seven years old because that’s how long she’s been a part of the family. The time from being born to showing up with her driver* I believe is about 6 months.

3) * ‘what’s this about having a driver?’  Glad you asked!

4) * This would be Una (actually, in this photo, she would be more properly address as ‘Balla’, her Czech name), more than likely at the airport in Frankfort Germany. She flew from the Czech Republic to Boston, (via Frankfort), She was driven to our house from Boston.

5) and since we’re on the subject of hypo-grata**..   abusive games that a certain element of society inflicts on the young and the clarks…. musical chairs!  totally awful game meant to amuse scotts, re-assure rogers and remind clarks that they’re Outsiders (like they need the reminder).

6) Hey, ho! New project in the woods and it involves…. moving earth from one place to another! Very excited about the coming week (or two, depending on weather). We’re constructing a new path in the woods that will allow Una and Phyllis to walk down to the pond from a different direction. My part is to create an earthen ramp to compensate for a point in the path where the land rises too quickly. More to follow.

7) ‘Home and Heart‘ I continue to write the story at a markedly variable rate of production. It is very much a learning experience.

8) the Gravity Challenge… the crew, Val and May and Joy and Kristi all be sending in photographic evidence of how big a crush the center of the earth has on each of us. Every single morning except for Sunday. Come on by. It’s fun and beneficial, if altering the number on your scale is an item of interest.

9) ‘This Space Available’ ***

10) Secret Rule 1.3


*** How cool is the attitude towards lists of Ten Items that Josie encourages? (Well, since you asked), if you’re out there and reading this, maybe a friend mentioned a bloghop where people write about their week and their lifes and offer some really positive insights and you’re thinking, ‘Sounds like fun and I’d love to participate but I only have one thing I can think of at the moment.’  Well, problem solved! Send in your Item of Thankful (by comment would be easiest) and I’ll set it right there at Number 9!)

‘This way to entrance! Step right up, don’t be shy! Fun and adventure await on the other side of this little virtual curtain.’



Six Sentence Story -the Wakefield Doctrine-

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This is where we write stories of no more and no less than six sentences in length. The topic or subject or theme to use, reference, relate, or ‘have something to do with’, being the week’s prompt word. At least in the writer’s mind, lol.

This week, zoe has chosen ‘SPIRIT’ as the prompt word.


“…two-thirds of the angels obeyed God. The one-third that refused, and chose to follow the rebellious Lucifer, were cast into hell. Some of these demons are allowed to take their hell with them and roam the earth.”

Intended as an ecumenical nod to the ubiquitous trappings of Halloween, the visiting priest, in his ambition to sneak some catechism into the last period assembly at St. Dominique’s, imparted a certain credence, at least in the minds of a few overly imaginative children, to the notion that God allowed demons to roam the earth.

“…and the coroner’s report actually said: ‘the boy’s body was un-harmed, but his spirit was dead’. Scientists are still studying the corpse,” Billy, his voice as deep as pre-pubescent vocal cords would permit, stepped down between the accordion’d doors behind Peggy LeMay and Nancy Richardson; the sole remaining passenger watched the three sixth graders briefly glow red as the bus driver tapped his brakes and continued up the country road.

“Not funny, Billy!” Charles Lafferty yelled, hoping his tone of voice would make everything funny instead of creepy; he knew on a very primitive level that things being funny was sometimes critically important. The old school bus’ brakes squealed suddenly and the ten-year-old regretted blithely assuring his parents that he was quite capable of getting his own dinner and even joked that he would leave the porch light on for them, grossly under-estimating how dark a rainy Thursday afternoon could be.

Charles walked up the long driveway, eyes desperately avoiding anything other than the ground immediately under his next step, and fought the urge to look up, knowing that the dark house with it’s empty windows was staring patiently, as he approached.