"My whole creative endeavor..."

"But part of me thinks, They liked my last book. Hurray. Now we move on. That moving on will undoubtedly involve massive disappointment on the part of others. It never happens this way twice. In a way, I find that sort of freeing. My whole creative endeavor is the repudiation of my last work with the new one... Stop getting better? There's no excuse for that."

This has long been a favorite passage of mine from one of my favorite authors – and it’s particularly resonant this morning as I scratch my brain and bang my head against the desk on the new thing.