Hindsight being 20-20 works remarkably well with book projects, because with Barnes & Nobles on the verge of failure, no one is going to buy anything literary for a very long time. I can basically revise as long as I want.
I assure you that there is a "lost generation" of writers of aptitude out there, who will only be discovered after their deaths. Because the Internet has fractured things so profoundly, left the lowest common denominator to thrive.
Hence quips. At least they are short, there is a chance they get through.
Bend down low, let me tell you what I know.
I have been getting good feedback from people I respect about my latest jam, Zuma Time. This is really "without a net" shit, the tunes were snatched out of the ether with no rehearsal. I am proud. Either you make 18 minutes of time in the studio count as a narrative event or a soggy pretzel.
Zuma Time is the recording that may give me opportunities a couple years down the road, when I start wrapping up the cloud novel and have time to look into the dynamics of playing music in proper live settings, with semi-educated listeners. I can just point cats to this and a few will say, "we could make this sound work."
With any luck, eventually I won't get odd looks when I pull out my flutes, a shrug when I ask if I can jam. You hear a lot of shrugs and bemused laughter, if you have been following the Chasing the Sun project. Part of the charm.