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The Mind Digger
The Mind Digger
The Mind Digger
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The Mind Digger

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There was a reason why his scripts were smash hits—they had realism. And why not? He was reliving every scene and emotion in them!
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Release dateSep 23, 2016
ISBN9781515411031

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    The Mind Digger - Winston Marks

    The Mind Digger

    by Winston Marks

    © 2016 Positronic Publishing

    Cover Image © Can Stock Photo Inc. / 3000ad

    Positronic Publishing

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    Floyd VA 24091

    ISBN 13: 978-1-5154-1103-1

    First Positronic Publishing Edition

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    The Mind Digger

    by Winston Marks

    There was a reason why his scripts were smash hits—they had realism. And why not? He was reliving every scene and emotion in them!

    It was really a pretty fair script, and it caught me at a moment when every playwright worth his salt was playing in France, prostituting in Hollywood or sulking in a slump. I needed a play badly, so I told Ellie to get this unknown up to my office and have a contract ready.

    When she announced him on the inter-com, my door banged open and a youngster in blue-jeans, sweatshirt and a stubbly crew-cut popped in like a carelessly aimed champagne cork.

    I said, I’m sorry, son, but I have an interview right now. Besides we aren’t casting yet. Come back in a couple of weeks.

    His grin never faltered, being of the more durable kind that you find on farms and west of the Rockies. His ragged sneakers padded across my Persian, and I thought he was going to spring over my desk like a losing tennis player.

    I’m your interview, he announced. At least I’m Hillary Hardy, and your girl just told me you’d see me.

    You—are Hillary Hardy?

    In the morbid flesh, he said jamming out five enthusiastic fingers that gulped my hand and jack-hammered until I broke his grip with

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