Writing in the Library

You would think the library would be the perfect place to write, but I'm starting to have my doubts.  It's uncomfortably packed today and I'm stuck at this table that was surely made for a toddler.  Between the hefty man hacking up a lung while he thumbs through books and the angry teen girl screaming in her cell phone, I've managed to write all of nothing.  On another note I'm starting to wonder how people manage to find people on the Internet.  I mean I have all of maybe 70 followers on twitter and 24 followers on my blog.  I guess the riddle of selling millions of books must first be solved in blog and twitter traffic.  How one gets their book to their intended audience is a mystery I have yet to unravel.  Anyway enough whining from me, I better get back to writing.