Writing is the perfect job for an anxious person. You get to do most of it at home in your pajamas. It is utterly anonymous. Nobody knows what writers look like. Nobody knows their names. Other people literally talk on your behalf. You get to peep out at the world between the lines you’ve written. Every so often you have to get dressed and go out of the house and have a meeting which involves social interaction. Nightmare. But these are usually as short as they are pointless and soon you can scurry back to your duvet and hide again.
