The part where you write about telling a story and adding more to your "novel" every day reminds me of what I used to do as a kid with my stuffed animals.

One in particular, named Harry, was, as I like to call him, my "portal to a parallel universe." I'd stay up past my bedtime playing with Harry and he'd be me in a different universe where I was happy, had real friends, was popular, and saved the day with some pretty absurd superpowers.

I would add to that universe all the time, with foes with bigger powers and crueler intentions each time. Yet in the end, me and my friends, the "good guys," would always win in the end.