Auxiliary Systems

I saw the image above and flashed immediately on any number of Star Trek moments – y’know, when the captain says to transfer all available power to the aft defensive shields, or the forward photon cannon – and then realised that that’s how I sometimes write: reeling with anger at what gets made, and then trying to make the world a better place channelling that energy into my writing.

Sure it’s a variation on Harrison Ford’s I’m from the let’s pretend school of acting, but sometimes you just have to  go with that moment of motivation whenever it rears up and spits in your face.

(Fedora tip to Eldest Nephew for the graphic.)