The Devil’s Triangle would make a great movie. However, since it exposes the lies of the Left, there was little chance Hollywood would be interested in it.

Yet here I was, getting contacted by an A-lister. Then, something weird happened. Mr. Hollywood asked me to sign a nondisclosure agreement, or NDA. I know these things are common in Hollywood. Still, I felt some of the suspicion that guided me through the Kavanaugh nightmare start to rise. An NDA? Also, what was this “project” he had in mind? Usually if someone is interested in buying the rights to your work they will just come right out and say so. This guy was being cagey.

My agent agreed. He is a tough New Yorker who has decades’ worth of experience, including midwifing several film projects from book to screen. I told him what was going on as soon as Mr. Hollywood had contacted me. (It’s dumb to not have your agent involved. It’s what they’re paid for.) My agent wrote a friendly introductory email to the producer, who ignored it and responded directly to me. He asked again when I could come to New York.

This was crazy. You simply do not ignore someone’s agent. It’s like ignoring someone’s lawyer.

[Mark’s instincts seem pretty sound here. Also, I wonder if we had the same agent. Mine was/is a gem. — Ed]