/lit/ - Literature

Every writing idea I have is reducible to my own fantasies. An alter ego of myself goes on adventures that I'd like to have, meets people I'd like to meet, faces conflicts I find exciting. I've been telling myself for years to turn away from the word processor when I recognize this and go live real life instead of living in my head, but life just turns up nothing. I'm comfortable but it's so bland and it barely feels real. It feels less real now than ever. I don't know why I cling to the conviction that I shouldn't write something that amounts to a self indulgent fantasy but I do. Maybe I shouldn't. Just wanted to get that off my chest, /lit./