The question that many a great purveyor of fine literature has asked himself at one point or another.
The answer, dear friend, comes down to one particular detail: do you want to make money, or do you want to make art? Do you want to succumb to the tantalising promise of media interviews, a worldwide fanbase, a mansion in Maine? Or do you want to live in squalor, poor yet smug in the knowledge that you have added your own voice to the choir of renowned authors who have come before you, respected and admired for all time.
Do you want to be Bukowski, drowning in alcohol and dying with relative obscurity, or do you want to be John Grisham, a name so synonomous with popular fiction that he doesn't even have to write his own books anymore?
I know which one I would choose... But your choice is up to you. I won't judge.
Yours in ernest contemplation,
