You bet.
I know people in my acquaintance, who feel uncomfortable if someone is looking over their shoulder, and they can’t work or perform then.
I know that apart from the sound of tapping of keys, writing doesn’t make much noise, or leave a mess. It’s a green act that way, a zero-carbon form of creation.
I don’t know if it’s a meaningful or noble pursuit.
Still, getting to write is a privilege. I guess, it’s a bit like chanting. It has a kind of repetition, and a focus.
But not everything gets written. There are so many thoughts that get missed. Perhaps for the better.
And feeling that someone else might read it, feels like you’ve let that person in on some secret.