According to Stephen King, whom I highly respect, there are two kinds of writers. The writers of the first kind write for their readers. The writers of the second one, though, write for themselves.

Keep in mind that King wrote 4,500 pages about a bloke looking like Clint Eastwood who searches for some tower. Don't get me wrong here: I am totally with you on that topic. But sometimes -- one out of a million times -- form triumphs over content, quantity over quality.