“97% of people want to write a book, but only 1% have written one." The TV announcer's words hung in the air.

My then-husband laughed savagely. "You're one of the 97%!"

Silent tears rolled down my left cheek - the side he couldn't see. That night, with a three-week-old baby at my breast, I started writing.

Six months later, typing one-handed while nursing, I finished writing my first novel.

Sometimes mockery becomes motivation. Sometimes pain becomes power.