A literary-minded witch gives you a choice: with a flick of the wand, you can become either an obscure novelist whose work will be admired and studied by a select few for decades, or a popular paperback author whose books give pleasure to millions. Which do you choose?
They’re both appealing for different reasons, but either way, it provides some kind of notoriety, and at the end of the day, I’m still a published author. So fuck it, let’s go for a popular author. Millions of readers equals millions of dollars… right?