Indeed, learning to write may be part of learning to read. For all I know, writing comes out of a superior devotion to reading.

At the time of writing, I don't write for my friends or myself either; I write for it, for the pleasure of it.

Suppose you meet me in the woods.

Ever since I was first read to, then started reading to myself, there has never been a line read that I didn't hear. As my eyes followed the sentence, a voice was saying it silently to me. It isn't my mother's voice, or the voice of any person I can identify, certainly not my own. It is human, but inward, and it is inwardly that I listen to it. It is to me the voice of the story or the poem itself.

The first thing we see about a short story is its mystery. And in the best short stories, we return at the last to see mystery again

A whole tree of lightning stood in the sky. She kept looking out the window, suffused with the warmth from the fire and with the pity and beauty and power of her death. The thunder rolled.

I think that as you learn more about writing you learn to be direct.