If one book's done this well, you want to write another one that does just as well. There's that horror of the second novel that doesn't match up.
I can spot empty flattery and know exactly where I stand. In the end it's really only my own approval or disapproval that means anything.
Artistically I am still a child with a whole life ahead of me to discover and create. I want something, but I won't know what it is until I succeed in doing it.