Most of the writers I know are weird hybrids. There's a strong streak of egomania coupled with extreme shyness. Writing's kind of like exhibitionism in private. And there's also a strange loneliness, and a desire to have some kind of conversation with people, but not a real great ability to do it in person.
We're all going to die. What a circus! That alone should make us love each other but it doesn't. we are terrorized and flattened by trvialities, we are eaten up by nothing.