The Artist Who Sat in a Daydream

I SAT AT my desk during the first three months that I was sober, and I did my work. I designed things and I did drawings. In the evenings, I went to meetings and did not give much time to freelance drawing or doing any paintings. Gradually, I did less and less work and became less and less interested in creating. The little I did produce during that first year of sobriety was good; I was satisfied with its quality. But I could not understand why I did not do more.