Six Sentence Story -the Wakefield Doctrine- [a Café Six]

October 9, 2025 By clarkscottroger

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

This is the Doctrine’s contribution to the Six Sentence Story bloghop.

Hosted by Denise, constrained by a sentence limit (high and low) of six, there are worse ways to spend the remaining time you have on earth.

Previously…

Prompt word:

FILL

“Hello everyone, my name is Anya Clarieaux and I just know you’re gonna find what I have to tell you to be…well, let’s just say, interesting.”

Perhaps it was the superior quality of the Bistro’s sound system or maybe audio-enhancing digital magic in the phone system housed in the Omni Corporation building, who can say for sure, the effect was to place the contralto voice not merely in the room, but within a lover’s breath of each and every individual present.

From the cardinal points of the single round table with a cigarette scarred/drink-ringed lacquer top were heard, in tones ranging from outraged to offended; concerned to simple regret:

“Shit, that psycho bitch,”

“Who the fuck is that?”

“Uh oh”

“Damn!”

At various points along the bar that ran from just inside the entrance foyer down the width of the Café and ending at the perpetually under-lit hallway leading to the Manager’s office, were all the Proprietors who, being only human, (as far as anyone could prove) reacted as well:

“Awwrihgt Anya,”

“Pour l’amour de dieu, tha Bonne a rienne,”

“Wat op die wêreld,”

“Ti ston diávolo?”

“Wish I was a drummer, I’d totally play the fill from ‘In the air Tonight'”

Six Sentence Story -the Wakefield Doctrine-

October 8, 2025 By clarkscottroger

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

This is the Doctrine’s contribution to the Six Sentence Story bloghop.

Hosted by Denise, constrained by a sentence limit (high and low) of six, there are worse ways to spend the remaining time you have on earth.

Prompt word:

FILL

“Fill ‘er up, please.”

It was three o’clock in the morning and the start of my sophomore college year in a city still three hours and thirty years, by all metrics social and otherwise, further up the Interstate; advised by white-reflective-letters on a DOT-approved green sign that the next gas station was ‘farther than you got dude’, my exhausted brain stirred long enough to take the next exit.

Rolling down the window, a miasma of cigarette smoke, the product of too many miles and not enough coffee, saw its chance and fled bonelessly into the night air, a nicotine-atman fleeing mortal confinement.

The mercury vapor lights, junkie suns reveling in the hours most distant from day, preened before clouds of amphetamine insects, drawing shadows on the asphalt like a five-year-old with their first coloring book, i.e. the edges were blurry but the black parts were really black.

“That’ll be seven-fifty… you were driving on fumes, man.”

“Sure thing, here’s eight…keep the change, Phil,” addressing the attendant by name-tag was every bit the soft-click of a bra strap on a second date as the loneliness of third shift seemed to fade, he smiled shyly and his, ‘Thanks, man” had a vocal ellipsis that reached towards the driver-side window and so, despite feeling like the worst person in a car at 3:10 am, I drove off, bound for my own future.

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Tewesdae -the Wakefield Doctrine-

October 7, 2025 By clarkscottroger

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

“…no, I was talking to the Texas School Book Depository Building behind you!”

Friend of the Doctrine, Misky asked a question (ok, implied a question) in her comment yesterday that is very helpful to us to remember to ‘stay on message’.

“It’s possible that I wake up a Clark, and by 10am I’ve shed that disguise, and I’m a proper Scott.”

Well, actually, no. It’s not possible to ‘wake up a clark‘.

It is not possible to wake up in any personality type other than one’s predominant worldview, i.e. a clark (Outsider) a scott (Predator) or a roger (Herd Member).

But, as is so often the case with Comments from Readers, Misky’s comment offers us an opportunity to re-calibrate our messaging, or, to be a little more forgiving, to check the tuning on our instrument as, with any instrument. With use comes the risk of getting off pitch.

In the very earliest days, the primary foundational perspective employed in describing and explaining and instructioning New Readers on the Wakefield Doctrine was the concept of ‘personal reality’.

This concept of ‘personal reality’, in no way original to this blog, maintains that the world you experience today is subtly/outrageously different from the world as experienced by your: spouse/ex-lover/girl-with-too-much-metal-in-her-face-at-the-gas-station/your third grade teacher/the doctor who insist you come to his/her office to discuss recent test results… and we mean different. Not flying toasters or magic-waving-of-hands (ok, maybe with the ex-lover), just personal. The facts of the world remain in common. Nothing weird.

…now that you bring up ‘weird’. What we focused on in the early days of this blog was that the reality we found ourselfs in at the earliest of ages were one of three characteristic realities. That of the Outsider, the Predator, the Herd Member. What has been left behind in our approach to explaining this here Doctrine here is that these (three) personal realities are…real.

We did not open our eyes on the world (as chiluns) and make a decision (pre-ordained or otherwise) to act like an Outsider, like a clark. The reality (personal, remember?) was such that we were an Outsider. Our role/part/existence was as an individual who the world regarded as an Outsider.

We only realized it. We did not decide to be one.

That’s why we manifest one and only one predominant worldview. And not switching.

Our querent/correspondent, Misky, lives in a (personal) reality of (self-reported. Always self-reported. First Rule of the Wakefield Doctrine and all) the Predator. (Lions and tigers and bears!! And, slow rodential animals).

It was in order to survive this personal reality that she developed the traits and attitudes, social strategies and such others witness.

We look at ourselfs and our behavior* and think: “Ok, guess I’m a clark” or “Hey! I’m a scott” or even, “Allowing that some people might agree, for the sake of this discussion, I will agree to be a roger. For now.”

Hope this helps.

Even if it doesn’t, the reason Readers come to this blog is that, for some people, it is fun (here and elsewhere) to trick our intellect into arm-wrestling with our imagination.

*our behavior. that is the reason for our peculiar wording: ‘understand how we relate ourselves to the world around us and the people who make it’ The ‘relate ourselfs is the catch’. The whole know thyself thing.

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Monday -the Wakefield Doctrine-

October 6, 2025 By clarkscottroger

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gotta get fundamental here… we trust there will be comments that focus our vision so’s that original content appears. But, in the mean time.

…wait, hold on. mean time…mean time

(let us just paste this past post por favor… then back to that ‘jeez!-this-reprint-as-way-to-offset-writers-block-really-works’)

from our friends at etymonline: in part: …”As a noun, properly written as two words but commonly as one, after the adverb. In the mean space “meanwhile” was in use 16c.-18c. Middle English also had therewhile (adv., conj.) “during that time, meantime.”

Therewhile! (Who the hell sent the Memo: ‘We got our designation: ‘meanwhile’. It’s all you need to express a time period in brackets. sorta. Throw out the ‘Therewhile”.

Throw out the ‘therewhiles’ indeed! Such a superior and evocative way to describe an interval in time that you are too damn busy to take note of.

But, that’s not important now.

What is important is a)reinforcing the efficacy of distraction as a tool to overcome writers block and 2)to propose a topic for tomorrow’s post, to wit: How do the three predominant worldviews of the Wakefield Doctrine experience time. We will open the comment box for your input.

New Readers? The three predominant worldviews (sometimes referred to as ‘personality types’ but, if you don’t want to, like, get totally hazed on the campus of Doctrine U, don’t use that term. The term predominant worldview is intended to convey the idea that what others call personality types, we call: You come into rational consciousness (as an infant) and realize the world, the reality, around you is a reflection of you being: the Outsider, all ‘Why do you ask?’ or being assigned the life of the Predator ‘Sic em!’ or, with a gentle set of repetitions, you realize ‘You accept that you belong and as a Herd Member it is your right and duty to practice, preach and point out the blue monkeys in your world.’

damn! There’s your syllabus now read and comment!

M. -the Wakefield Doctrine- ‘sure, we all would like a hint how to use this Doctrine on the first day of the w. week’

January 5, 2015

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Given that all you Readers are sitting in one of three worldviews as you read today’s Post, it’s only right that I make it clear which worldview I am talking about when I present a hint, isn’t it?

Well, actually no. It’s only right in the context of one of you. But that’s not important right now. Right at this moment, most of you Readers are at the start of your Monday, so on with the Doctrine hints:

clarks will be the ones most likely to get up early, followed by rogers and, (yeah, maybe a little surprising)…scotts are the last to rise and shine

clarks will be remarkably (and suspiciously) optimistic and talkative

rogers will not

scotts (who are still in bed) will begin to see that getting the other person back into bed is the best approach for everyone involved ( by ‘everyone’ we mean, of course, the scott)

clarks will look forward to the day the way that a person with a horrible toothache will look forward to going to the dentist

rogers will look forward to their day…in detail with no need to share or express their concerns for the upcoming day

scotts will still be in bed

clarks sometimes feel anxiety about ‘the start of the day’ not necessarily the events that they anticipate happening, but rather, the point at which forward momentum begins

rogers will become more animated and energetic, but unless the other person is also in the same line of work, this brightening view of the coming day will remain inside their heads

scotts will (finally) get going… the least amount of preparation for the day of the three (consistent with their roles in the work day)

clarks and breakfast? what, are you insane?!?!

rogers and breakfast? well, we always have (fill in the blank precisely, please)

scotts and breakfast? yeah sure… come on! lets get going!!

That accounts for ‘our’ morning. I have every intention of returning to this here Post here at noon today and provide us with a look at the tipping point of the first day of the work week. Unless you have a coment.

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TToT -the Wakefield Doctrine-

October 4, 2025 By clarkscottroger

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This is the Doctrine’s weekly contribution to the Ten Things of Thankful (TToT) bloghop. Founded in 1983 by the long-lost niece of CS Lewis, once every week, writers from around the world link their lists of the Ten (people, places, events and) Things of (that have incited/excited a state of gratitude, aka) Thankful.

This is the Wakefield Doctrine’s list of Ten Things of Thankful for this first week of ‘Summer’s Death’.

1) Phyllis

2) Una

3) the Wakefield Doctrine

4) the Six Sentence Story bloghop

5) certain fictional characters that are fun to write for ’cause the truth is, they write themselves. Always a grat as a good character, if we’re totally lucky, just shows up in a story and, from their first line of dialogue make it clear that our job is chronicler (rather than writer). Anya Clarieaux is such a character. We included a sample just below the David Bowie tune at the bottom of the Post

6) We know we’ve cited the Wakefield Doctrine already. This Grat is different. It is specific to the effect the Doctrine has had on your Narrator, personally. Long story, incomprehensible: as soon as we started writing (this blog) certain character traits of our predominant worldview were altered. Specifically the degree of self-consciousness. Specific, mind you, to actions and efforts in connection to the Wakefield Doctrine. As a clark, the thought of error is not pleasant. Not because of any illusion of perfectionism, but because of the fear of scrutiny. So imagine our surprise when we realized we were spelling favorite character’s names differently at different times. lol And, yes, this is only a blog (or a serial story in the Six Sentence Story bloghop) but…but!! In other areas of our personal reality, this realization would have, to employ an rogerian expression, ‘made my head swell up and face fall’ Total grat yo

7) silly yard projects!

Before:

After

See the difference? lol

8) something, something

9) kind of a self-imposed grat… finally did the necessary edits to the linkz intro at the bottom so it showed our two newest Hostinae, cai and KnitCat

10) Secret Rule 1.3

music vids

Anya got up from her desk, walked out into the corridor, and saw Stephen Eddington just as he stepped into one of the two elevators that served the 29th Floor of the Omni Building.

“Wait for me!” Anya Clarieaux had many personal qualities that might be categorized as gifts, as in, ‘She is a gifted musician’ or ‘He has always been gifted with the ability to shape wood.’ She was capable of putting a certain tone in her voice that was guaranteed to get a person’s attention. This tone varied in its effect. If you were a woman being addressed, you would find yourself assessing your outfit and find it wanting. If you were a man, you would suck if your gut and decide that maybe it was time to get back to the gym.

It was clear to Anya that Stephen Eddington saw her hurrying towards him, and yet, he made no effort to block the doors or otherwise hold the elevator. He simply stood in the open car and watched her rushing down the short corridor.

The doors were halfway closed, yet still two steps away, she decided that she would need to jump through the doors.

Anya was a woman who has never fallen, stumbled, or tripped. At least not accidentally. She stumbled as she landed inside the elevator. The doors closed, preventing any witnesses from observing this seeming misstep.

Stephen Eddington was still only a young man and so, he caught her.

Anya Clarieaux really enjoyed people.

She let the young engineer prevent her from falling. The muscles in his arms tensed as he altered her trajectory from one of ‘falling on the floor’, to a path that ended with her leaning up against him. She looked up at him and said,

“Hey! What the hell was that all about?! You were gonna let me stand there and wait? Thanks a hell of a lot!” Her tone was one familiar to every four-year-old boy standing on the kitchen counter reaching for a cookie jar. His confident smile faltered and fell. Anya felt the change, as the muscles in his forearms relaxed, very slightly, barely noticeably and very, very briefly and she smiled.

“But, I can’t say I’ve not enjoyed the exercise. This is the most out of breath I’ve been in quite some time.”

Stephen laughed and stepped backed and stared. Anya loved people, they made her life…. enjoyable.

The elevator doors sealed into one, the floor indicator lights behind her started to blink and change. The young man and the attractive woman began to go down.

“Trying to decide whether or not to discuss Silas’s offer with your boss?” Anya decided that she deserved to have fun, seeing how she was out of work for the day and it wasn’t even 4:00. Seeing him glance away, she continued, “You know, Stephen, you were picked instead of Orel Rees, for a very good reason.”

“And why would that be? Orel Rees is twice the engineer I’ll ever be. Mr. Monahan should be talking to him, not me.”

“What makes you think we haven’t?

“Look Stephen, this is a very big deal and a very sensitive operation. We know everything we need to know,” the elevator doors opened and Anya walked out into the lobby. Without looking back, she said, “Pick me up at 8:30, maybe I’ll let you ask me some questions. The instructions on the piece of paper in your jacket pocket will be all you’ll need, …for now.”

Anya walked out the main doors of the Omni Corporation towards the limousine idling directly in front of the building. The late afternoon traffic (both pedestrian and vehicular), was in full force, too many people and too many cars attempting to move from Point A to Somewhere-Necessary. Anya smiled as she walked across the broad sidewalk to the car, looking neither left or right, knowing that all (male) and most (female) eyes were on her and that none would block her path. Once settled in the backseat, the limo pulled away without hesitation.

(from WIP ‘Blog Dominion’)