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

Kristi is the host of this, quite-long-running bloghop. It is as much a tribute to the skill of the contributors and participants of this, the gratitude ‘hop that Lizzi created, lo, these many years past.

(In all sincerity, this is the blogosphere, where a year can be a lifetime and childhood is just a found-key door away. It is a world, not only of letters, because what is writing, if not thoughts and feelings given substance, it is a world of emotional content.  However, gratitude, which is arguably the highest of emotions from the perspective of growth of self, is not uncommon among the hyper-abundance of blogs. The TToT has things that no one else has, not the least of which is a Book of Secret Rules (aka the Secret Book of Rules). The important quality flows from a story that I’m fond of recounting from time to time, about the origin of the TToT. Lizzi wrote for the first year virtually (in both sense of the word) alone. ok, maybe three readers following ‘summat2’  The point is, in this virtual world, despite what some may say about it being at-a-distance, not-real and impersonal, passion is still the essential ingredient. This passion is what makes the call of the weekly posts enjoyable.

1) Una ————————–↓

2) Phyllis —————–↑

3) the Wakefield Doctrine. of course!

4) the Hobbomock Chronicles   This week, in Episode Seven, I am reminded that writing is, for some of us, about adventure and adventure involves taking risks and risks. So, hope you enjoy Episode Seven.  (Don’t forget: tell your reading friends* about ‘the Chronicles and suggest they go and read and follow and, since they’re sure to enjoy it, go to ‘the Facebook’ and click and follow and share and all that good stuff. (Now, I must stop, as I’ve totally strained my rogerian tertiary and I gots to go get some nice on it.)

5) emotional touchstone songs, like the one below. Ayiiee! to have the talent and skill to write like like that (the lyrics)!

6) work and exercise walking a vacant house lot. Being a clark, I walked, with the owner, to every point of this wooded acre wearing my best shiny-soled, silver buckle Italian loafers. (Yes, to any clarks reading, I did laugh to myself as I managed to climb over deadfalls, jump over small streams and walk up the leaf-carpeted hill in the photo below. We may not be happy being Outsiders, but that doesn’t mean we can’t laugh at ourselfs.)

7) Six Sentence Story… reading fun, writing practice, hang out and exchange thoughts and ideas on the shaping of words into stories.

8) THIS SPACE AVAILABLE

9) something, something

10) Secret Rule 1.3

*yeah, like there are any other kind?

sure and I understand that a song titled ‘All Dead’ might be inclined to have readers respond with, ‘my god what happened?’ Actually this song is on of those all-too-rare ’emotional touchstone songs’ and I remember Ola when I hear it.