Keith Josef Adkins wants to tell you about his stint as "a disgruntled assistant to a top notch writer," who he'll only describe as "a woman, African-American, lived in California and the musical predecessor to Rock-n-Roll was the muse that made her pen go buck-wild and win a few top-notch awards."

Oh, come on, Keith. That's not even trying to obscure this beloved author's identity. Anyway, here's the story:

"The real doozy was the time she reprimanded me in front of a group of grad students for sabotaging her career. I was given the responsibility of removing an overabundance of praise from a story by a student of color. Her rationale: she didn't want the other students to think she was playing favorites based on ethnicity. Well, apparently I screwed up. During a group reading, another student noticed an area on the story where things looked smudged. My employer was livid. In front of everyone, I was accused of setting her up to fail. For trying to destroy the career of an African-American writer."

There's also an anecdote about how he started a fire in her kitchen, but that's not nearly as dramatic.

UPDATE: I've been informed that I fell for an obvious (though perhaps not fully intentional) misdirect, and that it's probably not who I thought it was. On the other hand, the answer is still up for grabs...