Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)
How do I know it’s been too long between ‘normal’ Doctrine Posts? Well, for starters, when I typed the first line, (which is always the first line), of this Post, the fricken spellcheck forgot how to spell ‘theory’! (I don’t know about you* but I’ve noticed a tendency to, at certain times/moods, where I don’t bother being overly careful with my spelling and, will actually get mad when it, (the spellcheck, not my spelling). doesn’t correct the word fast enough so I don’t have to stop. Anyway, so I’m typing my intro line and when I get to ‘…the theory of…’ I mistype it (no big deal, as I’ve said) but I looked and it corrected to ‘their’, as in ‘…the their of…’ and I’m all, ‘whoa! grasp the telephone receiver firmly and await further instructions’!!1
So, anyway….
Back to my shameless self-promotion. (ed. note: holy smokes! my auto-correct is such a roger!! yeah, I know… no kidding…but but! I mis-typed the word ‘shameless’ (well, got to stay with the theme of the day, don’t I?) and it corrected to ‘seamless’ lol
‘Almira‘ we’re somehow approaching the half-way point in our story! If you’re not familiar with ‘Almira’… come on! go here and read the story from the start. It’s Summer Time! you can pull up juke pop on your little cell phone and read it at the beach… although I should warn you, a major part of our tale takes place in Lawrence Massachusetts in 1911-1912…. in the winter! brrr! In any event, my seeming surprise at where I am in the novel is quite genuine, in that I’m taking is what I believe is called ‘seat of the pants’ approach to writing. I write by the Chapter, literally. Have no idea how this thing ends. That is, of course, the fun and exciting (and impressively stressful) result seat-of-the-pants writing.
Oh well, what am I gonna do. Chapter 15 due out this weekend… Dorothy is forced to accept that there is something wrong in her life, and at the same time, something quite exciting (not giving anything away, but Tom Hardesty is there at her time of need and gives her a ride home), Eliza meets Hunk Dietrich and she’s not half as surprised at his response to her as he is… and, is it me, or is Dr. Thaddeus Morgan growing shorter and more …. Professor Marvel-istic like the guy in that other story?
Hey, really have enjoyed our time together this morning.
* well, that’s not quite true, I do know about you… a lot, too much you might say, all due to the totally fun and useful theory of clarks, scotts and rogers!**
1) …. you non-old Readers might fail to to feel the pleasure of the idiom ‘hold the phone‘…. because at a certain time in history, it was not a given that your telephone was not in your hand already, as in ‘all-the-damn-time, like,-why-don’cha-get-it-surgically-attached-save-yourself-some-valuable-texting-time-not-having-to-pick-it-up…. wait, that was a joke! no, I don’t think they have that yet.
2) ‘Blogdominion’ the first in the Sister Margaret Ryan Series.
** I will tell you! I know the characteristics of the personal reality of the three personality types so well, that I don’t need to make a conscious effort anymore (“…hmmm lets, see…’has a tendency to never throw anything away, keeping tupperware in the refrigerator as long as there are more than 2 adjacent molecules of foodstuffs, clinging, rattling-around-on-the-bottom, or giving the hint of color to the edge of the top, believes in using only one set of bath towels at a time, always re-washing the same set, rather than cycling sets, believes that the movie-making sun rises and sets on Ken Burns…. roger! got it!) and so, when I meet people, a part of my mind is observing the person through the ‘lens’ of the Wakefield Doctrine. Very helpful!
3) huh! didn’t need an old post, after all!
I was gonna say… I didnt think this was a reprint… but hey, contrary to popular belief, I dont have them all memorized ….that red building is so cool that after Blogdominion its kinda yours now .
Im out of practice but FRIST DAMMIT!
frist it is!
yeah, I really need to go to Chicago so I can see what it is I’m writing about.
The very place Ed Willoughby’s life came to an end. What a cool building :D
Oh Ed…sigh😖