Jean-Luc admonishes this doddling writer; arm uplifted, he commands, “Engage!”
“Aye, Captain,” I quaver, “but the dylithium crystals are gone, we canna reach warp speed.”
Do I only imagine that his expression deepens in solemnity; the finger points, “Make it so.”
What is a writer to do when one distracting event after another has taken her out of the required “mindset”? We don’t know what our character is going to say next, or where we want to set this scene?
Sometimes these things just flow… just keep typing (“Man the con!” Jean-Luc commands).
Aye, Captain, fingers moving, fingers moving…
Jean-Luc smiles, “I wish you clear horizons.” he murmurs.
