By Darryl Pinckney
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In England, writing is not particularly respected as a profession, least of all by writers themselves.
We work in bed, keep our own hours, and wear slippers to go the shops. Most writers I know potter along at their own pace and consider themselves drop-outs. None of them noticed lockdown.
In New York, however, writers are glamorous and the most successful are treated as royalty. They get the best tables at the