SF Fred Pohl tells an amusing story. While in Europe he met an Italian count whose daughter wanted to write SF - actually, what she really wanted was to have published SF, so her father seriously asked Pohl what writer would do the actual work for her, so she could be an "author". Pohl recalls toying with the idea of giving him Heinlein's or Ellison's address, but thought better of it.

I've been reading writer anecdotes lately brought on by a memorial collection about Isaac Asimov in the magazine named after him.