Sometimes, I think that might be how it all started—it was easier to write than it was to talk.
I mean, it wasn't JUST the shyness. There's always been something about storytelling and books—it's always fit like nothing else. (I was also the kid who always had to have a new Little Golden Book every time I went to the grocery store with my Mom.)
But I also now have a handful of friends from college—friends I haven't seen in person for years but write to regularly. And I swear, with a few of them, I feel like we're closer now than we were when we saw each other nearly every day. There's just something about writing—you let people in in a different way. You tell them where your head is. You show them what's in your heart. And they respond in kind. You wind up "saying" things you never would have in person.
I do feel like I'm more me on the page than anywhere else. (In a way, I think all writers do.) But after years and years of emails, I have to say I think that even non-writers feel that way, too.
So maybe, in the end, we all write for the same reason (whether or not we’re professional authors):
To be known.