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.
Deliverance in Dover, New York
Deliverance in Dover, New York
Deliverance in Dover, New York
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.