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

Today we welcome Guest-clark Writer, Lizzi Rogers.

The coolest thing about today’s Guest Post Writer? 2 things:

1. I met her through a bloghop… followed her ‘home’ and began (quite without encouragement) to Comment at her blog ‘Considerings’
2. Getting to know her and watch the remarkable development of a talent (writing) from 400 word posts to being one of the most in-demand Guest writer in the ‘sphere
3. Watching her teach herself the Wakefield Doctrine (after all, she is a clark) and understand the principles to such a depth as to all her to extrapolate (and see the rogers and the scotts)

Lizzi writes: the blog ‘Considerings‘ and co-write/hosts:  ‘the Well-Tempered Bard’ (with zoe) and she has a more series and projects than I can keep track of…  if someone comes up and says, ‘hey clark, give me a single reference for Lizzi that would allow a stranger to get a sense of her as a writer and a blogger and a person and a clarklike female’  I would say:  ‘the Ten Things of Thankful’. You want to know what’s good and whats bad? you want insight into her strength and her pain? if you need to know the real person she is, the not-yet-realized person she will be…. go to the TToT and follow it.  Everything you need to know.

( hey! I’m writing this before reading Lizzi’s (Guest) Post. Why? Because…well, damn! have you read any of her work?  They say that clarks, of the three personality types, are the genuinely creative ones… (sure, rogers can be original in how they are able to reassemble parts in incredibly novel ways and scotts, well, scotts they make you see things in a way that you had in you, but for some reason, didn’t dare, but clarks… clarks bring into existence new things…things that have never existed.)  …you want an example?  you want to know why I like and admire (and fear for and worry about) Lizzi and the creativity that she possesses??    go to Friend of the Doctrine’s Kristi’s blog, Finding Ninee,  and go to this Post….and then towards the bottom there is a slideshow, (you’ll get the premise right away)…sit through everyone’s photo… you’ll know which is Lizzi’s because, if you’re a clark, (even if you’re not),  you’ll mutter, half to yourself,  ‘holy shit!’  (and then laugh in admiration). We’ll wait here.

So…lets take a look and see what we have for today’s Thursday Post

…Lizzi?

Worth Every Penny (Or your money back)

I’m tempted to begin with something which cements me (so far as your perspective is concerned, anyway) as a cool, hip, edgy type, with her clarklike tendencies tattooed (in viridian and cerise) in enigmatic binary code down her spine. In a double-helix, for good measure. I have Iggy Pop’s ‘Wild Child’ on in the background, and the irony that it is pretty much the very least-fitting song for me, or this post, has not been lost on me.

[Penny for your thoughts: There are occasions when I feel as though I can become imbued with the spirit of a song, if I listen to it enough. This is doubtless stupid, but the change in perspective while it occurs is fascinating.]

Clark asked me to guest post, and I’ve put him off (twice? Once? Or did I just jump at it with both hands, for fear of being left out?) but finally acquiesced because frankly, I could do with a bit of verbal fencing, which will no doubt be provided by whoever rocks up to skirmish with the one who claims ‘frist’ and then settles down to pick this to pieces and tell me I was wrong all along.

[Penny for your thoughts: Pick your friends (and your guest posts) carefully, especially if you want to surround yourself with smoke-blowing ‘yes men’. If you want challenge and responsiveness and to experience the immediate need to justify your every point…post here.]

Initially there was no remit. I was happy with that, because I could copy the hell out of (one of my? Nooo I still don’t pick favourites) Kristi and approach this with two middle fingers up and a lazy ‘fuck you!’, accompanied by a louche wink. But I realised that my sexy smoker voice is due to perpetually susceptible lungs, my wink looks more like something stuck in my eye, and when I swear, I come off as inherently adorable, due to my quintessential Englishness.

[Penny for your thoughts: When I come to ‘Murica, I now have an expectation that I will be able to get away with sheer bloody murder because of my “cute” accent. I’m wondering how far I can ‘dine out’ on it, so to speak…]

Then, all of a sudden, a remit (strictly optional) arrived – “write whatever you would write if you were writing a post which would be posted somewhere where no-one knows you.” – and threw me off kilter. Apart from the fact that who really knows anyone, anyway, there was no way I could make the intellectual disconnect from this place – this little Wakefield Doctrine community – to imagine that there won’t be a quick scuffle between Zoe and Jny for ‘Frist!’, followed by a series of comments which have little to nothing to do with the post, but which nonetheless open up fascinating conversations, adjuncts and tangents which can, nonetheless, all be said to have been spawned by the original. Then Denise might look in, read and not comment, Kristi might say something rude just so she can establish that she is still in possession of a superior scottian aspect than I am (no matter how secondary the two of them might be), and perhaps K2 or Michelle might put their heads around the corner to say, encouragingly “I read this, and you did some pretty writing, which I’m sure made Clark happy”.

[Penny for your thoughts: Sometimes when you get the ‘feel’ of a place too deeply, its characters seem to walk off the page and into your mind. That can be weird. Especially if they then set out to prove you wrong when it comes to the fact.]

“Remit be hanged!” I declared, defiantly, daring to suggest that I would write exactly and precisely what I wanted to write, although being aware of my tendencies to verbosity and long-windedness, I figured I’d better make the point pretty quickly – Clark gets twitchy around and about the 1000 word mark, and I know it’s a personal goal of his not to lose readers via the guest-post vehicle, no matter the manner of fascinating insight it might provide into the clark-brain – lest you get bored.

That said, I’m only on 700 words, so I have three hundred to play with.

I shall choose not to.

[Penny for your thoughts: There is nothing so satisfying as utterly conforming to type, once in a while.]

P.S. There is nothing so delightful as stepping to the side and watching the competition rush past one, much as a bull past a matador, for the pure sake of a loophole which promises value (or your money back) and proceeds to stamp ‘gratis’ on the entire contents.

P.P.S. Then again, most of you figured that one out before I…

 

         
Considerings              TToT           …Bahds     …a frickin book!

(I know I’ve left something out…)