soon, i promise

Have I told you about the cafe? I found my spot, where I sit for hours and do my work. They know me now, what I order, that I stay for five six seven hours at a time. And I get work done. The instant I walk into this cafe, the rest of my life ceases to exist, and it's wonderful. I'm doing history there, writing and creating. Things are good, I think. Things are looking up.
I'm thinking about my writing more, which is better than avoiding thinking about it because I feel guilty. The next step, as RNG says, is to apply butt to chair.
Soon, I promise.