She no longer searched her soul to be a great stage actress, she was now a commercial success and did only the work of the writers who were the fashion of the moment. 

That more or less a point that Proust made and I more or less framed it into the above sentence.  The salient point for me is am I guilty of this transgression?  

What is more important the craft or what sells?  What are you willing to give up for the craft? 

Idle questions for fill a Tuesday morning. :)