Maybe that is the lesson for newbie writers like me -- not everyone is going to like your story, but a surprising few others will. But even here it gets strange. I feel like that painter that paints, but his/her works rarely sell and sit in piles about their studio.
People ask me how many books have sold, and I have to say, I don't really know.
A bunch through Createspace; some through friends and family; and even those unusual sales my mom seems to dredge up from perfect strangers. I've signed more books than I'd like to admit; family and people I know, mostly, and it is strange and humbling, but mostly cool.
Back to the painter thing. Although relatively unknown, that painter goes on. There's more stuff to paint; more beauty to create. And readership or not, my story goes on. My time with Andro Rhine and gang is far from over. Join in the fun, if you like; and like I say -- immerse yourself.