I LOVE fiction (especially fantasy) but these past few months, I get so down in the dumps whenever the realization that all these things I love won't exist outside of their medium/in my mind. My question is what drives you to make all these wonderful worlds and characters even if they don't really live or exist? I'd love for you to set things right with this problem of mine because in all of my 17 years living, it's from stories and fantasies that I draw the most happiness from.
I think you may have answered your own question there.
Gaiman at his best.