That moment when you realize that the upcoming scene where Picard learns about Suzie and Baby Q will probably end with them becoming drinking buddies and watching a soccer match.
That moment when you realize that Stewart and de Lancie are only actors, after all, and if they live long enough will only end up looking like DeForrest Kelly.
That moment when, even with the aid of omnipotence and Picard's fabulous and doubtlessly limber physique, you simply cannot think of another way for them to get it on.
That moment when you really can't stop wondering why, if Q really wants Picard so bad, he doesn't just make it so.
That scary moment when you break your Picard action figure and spend five whole seconds actually thinking it's the Q doll's fault.
That moment when you've spent the last ten hours thinking about a French starship captain and his immortal lover in bed and wonder if, just maybe, you're getting a little obsessed with the whole thing.
That moment when you talk to someone who knows nothing about Star Trek and you try to get them interested and suddenly realize you're acting like those Jesus people at the airport.
That moment when it occurrs to you that if Picard (or anyone) ever actually got an omnipotent lover, it's most unlikely they would ever, ever do anything ever again besides fuck. (Wait, this is a Best Moment again, sorry.)
That moment when you realize that if Picard and Q actually did get together, the entire command crew would probably just throw up and transfer off the ship.
The moment you *wish* all they did was fuck, because those are the *easy* parts to write.
The moment you realize that you never really thought JdL was all that good looking and you sort of assume that in *your* stories, Q has his mannerisms but looks better.
The moment you realize that you've used up your yearly allotment of ellipses and you're not even a quarter of the way through your novel.
The moment you look at a "serious discussion" scene you just wrote and realize that they sound like a pair of lesbians because of all the "processing" they're doing.
The moment you write a first time scene and you forget to use either the phrase "I *need* you," or "Mon Capitaine" and everyone votes and kicks you out of the guild. (There's a P/C writer's moment like this where you don't use the phrase "Penny for your thoughts.")
The moment you get the feeling that PS and/or JdL would take one look at your stuff and die of laughter.
The moment you look in your favorite "toy" catalog and laugh hysterically because there's an item in it called "Johnny." (although this might be a best moment. And yes, it really happened--Good Vibrations Catalog of Toys, Fall 1997, page 23)
The moment you read some C/P or M/Sk and are relieved that you at least you have an excuse to avoid writing about icky hygiene problems, and can justify that slash thing where they have sex four times in one hour. (Oh, sorry, that's certainly a best moment.)
The moment you realize that if *you* were Picard, you'd actually be more interested in having sex with a woman. (Or does this only happen to some of us?)
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