Keeping the Focus during Covid19

I feel like I am wasting time. I have stopped playing games on my PS4, unplugged it, and packed it away in hopes that I would be able to focus on my writing. You ever get that nudging or like something should be getting done? I am coming up on 2 years of sobriety from drugs and alcohol on the 12th of February and my brain and heart honestly are pushing in the direction that I should be writing a book about my addiction and the disease of alcoholism. The idea would be to help other sick and suffering to know that there are solutions and help is out there for those that want it. I would like to put into words how I used to live, what happened, and what my life is like now. My sobriety date is 2.12.19. My story takes place in NJ and ends in NYC. I thanked God today for the ability to open my eyes and draw breath today. My relationship with my higher power is in the healing process currently. From the time I was 15 years old, I had abandoned God. I was an altar boy in the choir, communion confirmation as my Aunt was a hardcore Catholic. It took me 25 years to surrender my will to a power greater than myself. As we say (self-will) run riot and believe me it did. I went from binge drinking and heavy metal vomit parties, smoking weed, and thinking that I was in control. Waking up in my car from blacking out with vomit and urine all over myself. As time went on and on I didn't see what was happening and that my life revolved around drinking and drugging. By the time I sniffed the first line I had already begun to burn bridges with a lot of friends and slowly losing family members when I made the final descent into my spiral to rock bottom with smoking crack. I was ok with losing everything just as long as I could get high. I was homeless for a short period of time, sleeping on trains or platforms with a bookbag and a giant Dunkin bag filled with what remaining clothes I had. Addiction had me tight in its grip and it has erased all of who I once was, and being in the rooms of recovery has given me a chance to be reborn. I am now grateful for life, living life on life's terms. I am reliable and can be trusted with money. My journey is not a destination, I must remain vigilant against picking up or using. Progress, not perfection, one day at a time I accept I am an addict/alcoholic that my life was unmanageable and came to believe in a power greater than myself, I turn my will over each morning thy will be done, not mine. However, in-person meetings have started returning but with smaller numbers, and Covid restrictions. I do miss going to my homegroup's Tuesday night beginners meeting. Shortly after coming back to the rooms, I was given keys to run an open meeting on Sunday afternoon which I chaired. Setting up the room and brewing the coffee kept me sober. It was me doing service for something that was given so freely to me, the tools of sobriety. I haven't been to a meeting since earlier February 2020. I know there are zoom meetings but haven't really tried any. I do miss it very much and continue to stay connected to the program by speaking with my sponsor, working the steps, talking with God, and reading literature. I hope we can all return to the big meetings, sober breakfast, and conventions one day.