Hardly anybody ever writes anything nice about introverts. Extroverts rule. This is rather odd when you realise that about nineteen writers out of twenty are introverts. We are being taught to be ashamed of not being 'outgoing'. But a writer's job is ingoing.
--Ursula K. LeGuin
Really? I think introverts are awesome, and I like to read about them. Who are these people who imply that ingoing is shameful? And who takes their implications to heart?
Not me. Extroverted characters, who always do and never consider, who are one percent evaluation and ninety nine percent action, I find shallow. I don't like reading about them. Give me an ingoing character that takes half the novel to mentally prepare themselves before interacting with their surroundings, and I will eat it up. While I can admire a character of interaction, I connect with those who spend all their time in their head.
Do you think Ursula is right? Do writers rank extroversion higher in fiction and find shame in their introverted roots?