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I'd worked for David Moessinger (and his wife/co-showrunner Jeri Taylor, who would later go on to producer ST:TNG) on Jake and the Fatman. They remain two of the nicest people I've ever known, and when certain actors began messing with their scripts (a serious no-no when it --
-- come to the authority of the showrunner) they said it needed to stop or they would have to quit. Sadly, whenever a duel erupts between a producer and an actor, the network almost always sides with the actor. When they resigned, I left with them. They didn't ask or even --
-- want me to leave because the network liked me, and I would certainly move up the ladder to make up for their departure, but they were the ones who'd pushed the network to hire me (most of my prior work was in syndication), and I felt that I owed my loyalty to them --
-- not to the network. This led to something like six months of unemployment, but I'd do it again. When David was offered M,SW, his first call was to me, both from that loyalty, because I'd written fiction, and because he knew I'd write her as a writer above all else.
