"Oh, you've self-published something. Ohhhhhhh....why? No publisher would take it?"
"Yeah. They said they loved it but there wasn't a market for it. It's not exactly 50 Shades."
"So, it's not good, huh? Don't worry, your next one will be better."
"Actually, this is the best thing I've written."
"Riiiiiiiiight. Of course it is. Still, don't worry. You'll find a publisher for the next one."
My grandmother, my uncle, a few friends, a few writers I know. Like my career is on decline as opposed to just diversified.