Think of this - that the writer wrote alone, and the reader read alone, and they were alone with each other.

…words have been all my life, all my life--this need is like the Spider's need who carries before her a huge Burden of Silk which she must spin out--the silk is her life, her home, her safety--her food and drink too--and if it is attacked or pulled down, why, what can she do but make more, spin afresh, design anew….

Good writing is always new.

You wrote something easily in youth, and later you came to see how difficult it all was.