Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)
The next most favorite thing, according to our totally-unreliable memory, for most blog readers (and writers) is anything involving a survey and/or survey questions. The most favorite?
- a list of items related to either the targeted Reader or the subject matter of the blog
- videos
- First Person narrative (reliable or un-)
- intriguing images and such
Understanding the nature and characteristics of the three personalty types of the Wakefield Doctrine: (
- clarks (the Outsider)
- scotts (the Predator)
- rogers (the Herd Member)
) will allow you to know more about the other person than they know about themselves.
Utilizing the perspective of the Wakefield Doctrine permits one, (provided they have the desire and will), to know better how the other person is experiencing the world at any given moment.
cool. huh?
gotta get back to writing our contribution to the Six Sentence Story bloghop. One of which will be a Six Sentence Café & Bistro Six. These, or at least the setting, the aforementioned Café, is a virtually metaphoric nightspot. While it can be found in most cities (and some rural areas), what makes it so much fun is it’s consistency of form. What this means is, you want to write a story (a Six or whatever) well, we have the setting already established! So if your story is mostly interaction between character then half the work is done for you. Plus there are others who write to this location. Just so, you know, you’re at a loss for dialogue, well, these folks would be glad to interact.
The floor plan for the Café is standardized. So if you feel like a challenge, on any given weekly Six Sentence Story bloghop, write yourself a visit. (No limit on POV or theme. Come as you are or come as some part of your psyche would be. No one is checking IDs lol)
The locale:
off a main thoroughfare, halfway down the primary artery devoted to commerce , take a side street (perpendicular to where the must-have shoppes, professional services, including but not limited to lipo and psycho suction) and continue one-too-many blocks until the plate glass windows start to become opaque with dust and time. You should now find yourself in what appears to be the former manufacturing district (of your un-named city), look for a five-storey mill building. go past that, turn left on a lane, the surface of which has gone, quite without your noticing the transition, from smooth asphalt to cobblestone. There is a sidewalk turning down a street. Follow. On the left is a five story building. You’ll see a single red door. It is slightly below grade, there are three granite steps down to the entrance to the Café. (There is, most times, a personage at the door. Usually outside. this is the Gatekeeper. Guess what his job is. (lol).
The exterior door is old oak. The exterior walls are granite and brick.
Once inside the door, there is a vestibule formed using fairly modern design and materials. There are two cigarette machines on the right. Their tops are covered with stacks of the local Free Paper, three-color, glossy paper real estate booklets in their own cardboard upright stands and, finally two slightly leaning stacks of Awake! and The WatchTower.
Through the stainless steel and glass door from there and you’re in the Six Sentence Café & Bistro.
(running out of time! quick non-effective rhetoric to give you a sense of the place)
the floor plan is rectangular. from where you’re standing the nearest long side is the exterior wall (you just came in at the near end). There are alcoves alomg this wall with tables sets in them and, for reasons left to future visitors, some have diaphanous curtains offering privacy. A former mill, the ceilings are high and dinosaur-ribbed with rough-hewn wood beams. The opposite/parallel wall is an interior wall of brick. There is a small (two steps up) stage at its longitudinal center. The wall farthest away (the ‘short’ side of our rectangle) is an exterior wall. Three quarters of this space is taken up with round-topped tables with four chairs each, except for the dance floor in front of the stage (like, where else would you expect it to be?). There is one table, along the interior wall, just past the stage where you will see a laptop which is always on. That’s where you might see the Raconteuse, if she’s in town.
Back to where you should still be (after stepping from the vestibule), from this point along the right hand (the other short leg of the rectangle) runs the bar. The Bartender will most likely be seen there, unless she’s in the kitchen with Tom or has the day off. The kitchen is accessed by double swinging doors that bisect the long row of bottles and neon set on mirrored shelves.
The far end of the bar? Now comes the intriguing aspect. The very end (think of the short right angle turn of, say a towel rack on the wall), the waitress station. You might see a woman in dressed all couture and Nike. Beyond her is a wide gap in the interior wall. To the left: the restrooms and to the right? ah ha! that branch of the hall leads to the Manager’s office (the door is marked by cheap reflective metal hardware store letters, slightly askew) further down the hall… nah
There you go! Your invitation to come set a spell in a virtual, metaphoric nightspot. Interesting people. Unlimited possibilities.
