Are the best writers those who simply live a detached life, perhaps, always observing the world and its people, or are they the ones who live life to the max? Is the best situation for a writer to live day to day, royalty check to royalty check? Or to have a parallel career track, such as teaching?
Roberto Bolano chose the life fast, die young, leave a good looking corpse lifestyle. In the process, though, he reared children and left a body of work that defies genre, that is inventive and nakedly observant.
The answer to the writer’s quandary? Make the best of the life you fall into, I suppose.