Living somewhere else

Lately I haven't lived in my own reality. I have been trying to right several books for... I don't know years now. Sometimes when things get bad I get creative, for some reason I suddenly have a muse and the desire to write again. So for a while now I have been living somewhere else, in the reality of my fantasies, writing down the lives of characters who live only in my head. Their lives are better then mine, they are happier, they have adventures, and the abilities to do things that I wish I did. But I can only write, and dream and escape to the places that exist nowhere...