Sometimes you just have to bring your focus in to your own tiny victories.
The broccoli I steamed was cooked to the exact doneness/color I like.
Finished a chapter and could have immediately started another, but basically said, “Fuck it,” and had a beer.
Nothing against broccoli, but those mashed potatoes, gravy, and that fried chicken look exactly the way they’re supposed to: lip-smackin’ good.
Next visit, they are all yours. Regarding your nom de plume: A reference so deep, I had to look it up. Fun fact: The characters of writer, director, and actor in the magnum opus on which I labor daily have just completed three films in the vein of James Bond. I have had SO MUCH FUN creating a fictional world within a fictional world.