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Today we join Kristi and Kenya at the newly revamped Finish the Sentence Friday bloghop. The primary change was to provide a different ‘theme’ or prompt, each week. There’s a chart out there that Kristi put on the group’s page on ‘the Facebook’. It tells one what needs to be done, wordistically-speaking.

So this week it’s… (hold on, let me do a copy paste)

Finish the Sentence Friday is a link-up where writers and bloggers come together to share their themselves with a particular prompt (different formats each week of the month). If you’d like to participate, join our Facebook group. Link up your prompts below! Please no “link dumping.” If you include a link, comment on other posts.


Photo Share Friday – share a photo and share the story behind it.


The story behind the photo.

This photo is, in a very real, yet quite imaginary sense, my very own: Wardrobe (CS Lewis), Tornado (L Frank Baum) Rabbit Hole (Lewis Carroll). The people in the photo are the namesakes of the central idea that brought me to the virtual world: the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)

The Wakefield Doctrine is a perspective on the world and the people around us. It is easy to learn, fun to use and available only to those with the kind of curiosity that welcomes new ideas and the intellect to permit major league suspension of disbelief.

The people in the photo? They are the people from which we derive the three personality types1 of the Wakefield Doctrine. Before we go any further, I will state un-equivocally: the Wakefield Doctrine is gender, age and culture neutral. As it happened, the people around which the concept of the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers took form were three guys by the name(s): clark, scott, roger.

As with any personality type schema, the names are markers, the characteristics of the three types is where the fun (and usefulness) are at.

I’m thinking, ‘OK, the instructions for this week are clear enough, ‘share a photo and share the story behind it’. Do they mean the story of how the photo came to exist or do they want to know what the photo represents, symbolizes or simply ‘why this photo’.

Gotta go with Door Number Three.

You know how all those personality type systems with their clever little surveys and tests and all are so much fun to take and even more fun to share? “”Honey? Come here, there’s this Quiz on the Facebook, it so has you down to a ‘T'”.  The Wakefield Doctrine is exactly like that, except different.

Being a perspective, rather than a thing, the purpose, use and value of the Wakefield Doctrine is aid us in our efforts to better understand the world and people around us. The Doctrine approaches this by challenging us to discover how a person is relating themselves to the world around them. It (does this) by proposing that we all experience the world, to a small but certain extent, on a personal basis. This is referred to as a ‘worldview’. The theory holds that we are, all of us, born with the potential to experience the world (and, very importantly), grow up and develop in one of three worldviews, that of the Outsider(clarks), the Predator(scotts) or the Herd Member(rogers). At a very early age we end up in one and develop our coping strategies appropriate to the character of that worldview.

“But! But what the heck does this have to do with CS Lewis or, for that matter, the blogosphere? What about that?”

Guess I should describe the path from a chance insight in 1981 and typing today’s post.
In the summer of 2009, I was driving around with a friend talking about life, reality and ‘the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers’. For whatever reason, I said, ‘This theory is so true and so much fun, I got to do something more with it’. My friend replied, ‘I agree and, in my work in counseling, I do in fact use the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers at times. But the name is not good, too college dorm. You need a better name.’ I then said, ‘Alright then. From now on it’s the Wakefield Doctrine.’ He laughed, ‘That’s an excellent name. What are you going to do with this Wakefield Doctrine?’ I replied, ‘Well, I guess I need to start a blog. Let the world know all about it.’

The weird part? Until that Saturday evening, my opinion of blogs and bloggers was the rather typical, ‘Sure, now what makes you think that you have anything to say on this blog that anyone would care to read? What you had for breakfast? Maybe your opinion on the state of the world! Yeah, right.’ The thing is, with the decision came a passion that I cannot recall experiencing before, at least not in public and in the daytime. I found that writing posts was the opposite of work. I couldn’t wait to start the next one.

Now the really weird part. I didn’t change. I was still a clark. (I will leave the fun of discovering the full implications of that statement to new Readers). Suffice to say, all of my insecurities, fear of scrutiny, fear of looking like an idiot, fear of meeting people, all stopped existing in the context of writing this here blog here. Seriously. I found a strength (I already used the ‘passion word’) that not only had me going beyond my lifetime-accepted limitations, I enjoyed doing everything and anything I could to get the story of the Wakefield Doctrine out to as many people and readers as I could. This ‘everything’, included joining my first bloghop. Yep! Finish the Sentence Friday (and the Facebook) was a threshold I crossed that brought me into contact with many I still value as friends.

…the actual photo? Taken in the mansion at Harkness Memorial State Park on the shores of Long Island Sound in the town of Waterford, Connecticut.

Guess that says it all. The photo I’m sharing this particular Friday explains how it is I’m here sharing this photo.

1) hey! I was down here getting ready to disclaimer whatever it was I thought I should, to head-off any criticism of ‘over-reaching’ or ‘being silly’ with the terms I use to describe the Doctrine. You know, something to the effect that ‘this is all based on anecdotal evidence and does not claim status as…’ then it struck me, ‘Well, duh, clark. Give the readers some credit, why don ‘cha?’ Ain’t a chi square, distribution analysis or bell curve within fifty metres* of your blog.’
I thank you, future Readers, for reminding me to stay with what makes this Wakefield Doctrine so unique and fun… the fun and uniqueness of it!

* lol, sorry, couldn’t resist



Wednesday Warmup, Six Sentence Story -the Wakefield Doctrine- (when cleverness flags, alliterate!)

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uh oh! 10:05 pm Wednesday. Nothin  Well, not exactly nothing. I have a prompt word, ‘fire’. And I have zoe’s instructions to us all, write a story of six sentences and involve the prompt word.

Funny,  well, no, I guess, not so funny. (ed note: I’m here again, only it’s 6:41 am and all I have is a cup of coffee, an idea and a totally disturbing lack of confidence in my abilities. I’m tempted to tell you the idea here first, before the story. But that would break the Code of the Six. and it would be so clarklike to try and hedge against failure. But, as zoe must be saying to Joule, at this very moment, “He’s right, ya know. The Code’s the Code. What say we go out back and make sure them damn Jué yuan haven’t snuck back into the woods,  when we get back, he’ll surely have managed to write what he must write. Why, no, Joule I have no idea why there’s a photo of the fabulous Paris Hilton on this post! Well, yeah, maybe, but the prompt word is fire, not Troy. lol… you wanna be the one to tell him?”)

Is he awake?

I fear your son joins so many other young people, his wandering the forbidden places may have resulted in becoming another causality of the UFO phenomena, though I admit I’m surprised, he’s always been so even-headed, never one for such outlandish ideas.

She hovered near the bed where her only son rested, her worry preventing her from staying still and, moving about the room, her long hair streaming behind her, snapped like a whip with each sudden change of direction.

They say there are more and more like this; mostly young people and always in the same areas, the barren deserted areas they’ve taken to calling ‘the land at the edge of the world’.

Mom… you’re here, it was so amazing, it was like light but you could feel it and there were strange people and they wore strange things on their bodies and when they saw us hiding behind the rocks they waved as if welcoming us.

Her husband swam from their home and headed to council chambers, it being his son who witnessed the Unidentified Fiery Object, he no longer doubted the tales and, at the risk of ridicule, would force the Mer Nation to listen, to be warned, that not only did fire exist, but it was wielded by aliens.


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Were I to hold forth on the rules and requirements of this, zoe’s  Six Sentence Story, would I risk being accused of writing an introduction, ‘by the book’?

To escape the accusation of over-research and (a) contrived premise, could I suggest that, in the course of this introduction, I am practicing a rhetorical device, much as I did in last week’s Six? Not without risk, I might add, as to attempt both would surely test the good temper of you, the Reader. So, then, to the story! It’s generally accepted that Shakespeare, in having Juliet say to Romeo, ‘You kiss by the book’, was, in fact, making a reference to the secret handshakes employed by members of the Rosicrucian Order, of which William was a member of very high standing. I would tell more, enough to convince you beyond doubt of his involvement, were it not for the fact that I have only Six Sentences to tell this week’s story, the minimum number of sentences that might comprise a story legitimately employing a Narrator (reliable or otherwise).



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And so, I’m sitting here in the snowy dark, waiting for my brain to accept the inevitability of the day’s Monday-nature and the thought came into my mind, ‘well, why don’t you write a Post?’

Why not, indeed!

(I’m totally betting on the ‘more produces more‘ theory of creativity (in general) and writing (in particular) starting today. And, if you follow this idea through, you’ll have both the proof of the validity of that view, and evidence of the mutability of reality.)

Why yes, that is the kind of stuff that goes through my head on a Monday morning. Hell, it’s the kind of thought that goes through my head all the damn time! We all understand the Wakefield Doctrine well enough to recognize me as a clark, right? Even those of you Readers, who are not clarks, you’ll have a sufficiently significant secondary clarklike aspect to see what I’m saying. And, since we’re now into a discussion proper of the use of the Wakefield Doctrine, how about a quick, down and dirty, guide to identifying the clarks, scotts and rogers that are, even as you read this, busy getting ready for the day that waits out there for you.

Clues to a person’s predominant worldview (aka personality type):

  • yep! the clarks in this readership just perked up on that last statement. if you’ve read this far and have not stopped and said, (to yourself or anyone else), ‘what?! this is kinda weird’ then, chances are you’re a clark. (because: clarks live in the personal reality of the Outsider. the world (and all the people) are, in fact, ‘out there’
  • you, the ones out there smiling and laughing (this second expression of fun, only if you’re in the company of other people), you sense something fun and enjoyable, even if the previous bullet point makes you shake your head a little (‘how can the world be out there?? I’m right here!!’), good bet that you’re a scott. (because: scotts live in the seriously fun world of the Predator, which simply means, the present, which, by effect and definition does not allow multiple-locality. meaning…. “Hey, this my life! here and now. no time to waste inside your head, but if you insist on dreaming and such, it’ll leave all the more to me to chase down and enjoy. Hey!”
  • everyone else…. rogers. don’t feel bad (yeah, as if!)  account for the majority of the population, some estimates place the percentage as high as 66% so, you’re a roger. (because: rogers (the Herd Members) live in a world that is both quantifiable and definable. which is not to say, ‘easily understandable’…. because the ‘definition’ of the world resides within (and only within) each individual rogerian person

ok… getting light outside the window. a slight dusting of snow, but the calendar will make it warmer outside than the thermometer says.

New Serial is out and about! ‘Almira‘  For my last Serial, ‘Blogdominion’ I used a website called jukepop to post the successive Chapters. It’s designed to allow a Reader to follow along in sequence. Unfortunately, their little site seems to not be allowing me to start the new story. So I’ve published it on a wordpress blog. It will read awkwardly, because, after there are more than a few Chapters, you’ll, like, have to scroll down to where you last left off and read, back towards the latest one. Or something like that.

Seeing how I might be catching some new(er) Readers, below is the backstory/set up for this story (thanks for the ‘prompt’ to write the story which lead to the serial goes out to zoe and her Six Sentence Story.) Feel free to leave a Comment.

Dorothy Gale cried, feeling nothing but anger towards Miss Gulch. Certainly, and Dorothy would be the first to admit, no one should live in fear of being attacked by dogs (or lions, or even monkeys). The thing was, Miss Gulch struck first, hitting Toto with a rake, so, naturally, the Law of Jungle (or Oz, or even home) exerted itself.

But life on the prairie had rules, people respected the social contract, and Miss Gulch was, in economic, educational and all measure of social standing, as far above the Gale family, as they were above their three itinerant workers. Dorothy might as well oppose the lack of benefits and job security that Hunk, Zeke and Hickory faced in their daily lives, being disadvantaged in effective job market skills (or education, or even in the courage to stand up for their rights).

It was part of what her new teacher, (her former teacher was killed in the storm that also destroyed the school building, although most of her classmates were also killed, by happy chance, Dorothy was absent from class that day), who was also the principle would say to the handful of surviving families on the last day of school in the newly dedicated Almira Gulch High School.”


…there is always more to the story


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….late. So late that it’s Thursday morning! shit! I’m looking at what I wrote yesterday, as my ‘starter words’, you know, so I wouldn’t have to stare at a blank screen? The blank screen is more engaging than my three sentences. Have I said, ‘shit!’ yet? Hey, I hadn’t realized how they’ve relaxed the rules on using that word on TV, until I saw something on ‘late night TV’* in any event, they seem ok with saying that word out loud. Which, as my friends already know, saddens me. Words have power. The source of the power (of words) varies, sometimes it’s their literal content, sometimes it’s their historical ties and, in the case of our ‘swear words’ the power is, at least in part, based in being forbidden. No longer forbidden, no longer powerful, ya know? But this is Six Sentence Story Thursday, so I better stop with my wooing** and start with my storyfying, or zoe’s gonna be banging on the door (metaphorically, of course)…. “hey!! ya been in there an hour!!  come on! the day’s out here waitin!!”


scraping up the dead leaves, (in a spot for his head to rest), he lies on the ground.

finding a place, near, (not too near, but within the sound of the river), she lies on the ground

he thinks, ‘the earth spins and yet gravity attracts us to the center of the earth, such a powerful force (F = G*((m sub 1*m sub 2)/r^2))’

she feels, ‘the earth is moving and the sun divides day from night, there is a cycle in nature and nature is a cycle”

standing up, he knows, ‘I can harness this power’

lying still, she knows, ‘I am part of this power’




*lol yeah, 10 pm… how sad is that?

**the ‘warm-up section, you know how I seem to believe that I have to…never mind, here’s my Six