It was May 2020, and I’d been holed up in the Hamptons for three months as covid lurked everywhere outside the compound I called home. I didn’t go out. I did Zoom calls. I cut my own hair—I think anyone who saw it on Zoom would agree that was a mistake. And I thrived. I loved the time alone for reflection. I wrote. I worked well, and I didn’t worry about the finances when I went to my clients and said we would work for free.