conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What could be a title for a book about Hollywood, I>The, Reed with the genre: Humor & Entertainment, Movies?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: A title for this book could be 'The Other Side of Me'
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Provide the first five paragraphs for this book.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: The Other Side of Me
  Rushing back inside, I grabbed a handful of pens and half a dozen yellow pads I could have replaced at any dime store, because somewhere deep inside me I thought we might have to spend a few weeks in a hotel, and I instinctively knew I could not let my writing be interrupted. That was all I took from the house.
  It was good to be back at Paramount. It had given me so many wonderful memories. There were still a lot of familiar faces around—producers, directors, writers, secretaries. I felt that I had come home again.
  As I walked into his office, he rose. "I asked for you," he said, "because I think this picture is right up your alley."
  Edmund Beloin and Maurice Richlin had written the screenplay and it was excellent, but Don was right. It had to be tailored for Dean and Shirley. They were both such distinctive personalities that the adaptation was easy, and I began writing.
  One evening, when I got home from the studio, Jorja was waiting for me with a large bouquet of flowers. She was beaming.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Provide four more paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Jerry Hyams arranged for me to see the pilot of a new show about to go on the air. I loved it. I thought it was charming and was going to be a big hit.
  On my next trip to California, all hell broke loose. Mort Werner, the head of NBC, sent for me. He was grim.
  As I started to read it, I realized what had happened. The network had awakened to the fact that in those closely censored days, they had bought a show that was about a nubile, half-naked young woman, living alone with a bachelor, constantly asking, "What can I do for you, Master?" They had panicked. The memo was eighteen pages long. It contained orders like:
  When I finished reading, Mort Werner said to me, "What are you going to do about it? This network cannot afford to air a show like this." The word "cancellation" hung in the air.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Swap the first and the last sentence.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: " The word "cancellation" hung in the air. I loved it. I thought it was charming and was going to be a big hit.
  On my next trip to California, all hell broke loose. Mort Werner, the head of NBC, sent for me. He was grim.
  As I started to read it, I realized what had happened. The network had awakened to the fact that in those closely censored days, they had bought a show that was about a nubile, half-naked young woman, living alone with a bachelor, constantly asking, "What can I do for you, Master?" They had panicked. The memo was eighteen pages long. It contained orders like:
  When I finished reading, Mort Werner said to me, "What are you going to do about it? This network cannot afford to air a show like this.Jerry Hyams arranged for me to see the pilot of a new show about to go on the air.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Provide the last five paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: In 1985, my lovely Jorja died of a heart attack. It was an unbelievable loss and there was an emptiness in my life that I felt would never be filled.
  It was a little over three years later when it happened. I met Alexandra Kostoff and my life changed. She is all the women I had written about—intelligent, beautiful, and amazingly talented, and it was love at first sight. We had a private wedding in Las Vegas, with only family there.
  As a surprise, my buddy Marty Allen and his wife, Karon, appeared. The multitalented Karon played a wedding march on the piano that she had written, and the wedding went on.
  To my great delight, my daughter, Mary, has become a writer. To date, she has had ten novels published. My granddaughter, Lizy, had a novel published when she was sixteen. I expect ten-year-old Rebecca to be next.
  I treasure the roller-coaster thrill ride that my life has been. It has been an exciting and wonderful journey. I am grateful to Otto, who convinced me to keep turning the pages, and to Natalie, for her unshakable faith in me.