The Black Saint and the Best-Selling Writer

She slid a floppy disk into the computer, and the computer spit it back out. She laughed and shook her head. It was the only copy; she’d saved it to the disk, not the hard drive, like Jonathan, her baby, had told her to do. She stared at the screen for a long moment, smiling. If it had been me, I’d have been consumed with rage and self pity. When I first interviewed Jackie, at a Christian coffee shop in a storefront between a payday loan shop and the license bureau in a strip mall, she told me she found satisfaction in hard times. Contrary to her dreams of work-free wealth, she said things were more valuable to her if she had to overcome obstacles to get them, and I knew then that she would be my lead character.

Originally published by The Missouri Review. Read the full essay.

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