I think that as you learn more about writing you learn to be direct.
Every story teaches me how to write it. Unfortunately, it doesn't teach me how to write the next one.
When I was a child and the snow fell, my mother always rushed to the kitchen and made snow ice cream and divinity fudge-egg whites, sugar and pecans, mostly. It was a lark then and I always associate divinity fudge with snowstorms.
To write honestly and with all our powers is the least we can do, and the most.
Long before I wrote stories, I listened for stories.
Indeed, learning to write may be part of learning to read. For all I know, writing comes out of a superior devotion to reading.