That was the thing about the world: it wasn't that things were harder than you thought they were going to be, it was that they were hard in ways that you didn't expect.
Escapism has value, even if I don't know what its value is, exactly. Maybe it's just part of some healthy way that we deal with the world.
Book tours are excellent things, and one is lucky to get to go on one, but they have a way of leeching away one's will to live.
The danger would be going back, or staying still. The only way out was through. The past was ruins, but the present was still in play.
I feel that's one of the central questions of fantasy. What did we lose when we entered the 20th and 21st century, and how can we mourn what we lost, and what can we replace it with? We're still asking those questions in an urgent way.
I came from an anxious, overly intense East Coast academic family. That was the way of our tribe.