Amazing/Fantastic rejection slip
"If you're really only 16...." Moshe Feder wrote.
I was.
I did call him, which got me involved in a New York fandom group called Fistfa. We met on Friday nights (every other Friday night, as I recall), and spent the evening passing around prozines, semiprozines, fanzines, and in my case story manuscripts. At around 1AM we carpooled to Chinatown, where we descended on Wo Hop -- literally, because it was in a basement at the time. (It no longer is, and I was excited to see it shown briefly in the movie Miss Congeniality with Sandra Bullock.)
We continued to pass literature around our large table at Wo Hop, along with Chinese food and glasses of tea that we gathered on large trays. I usually got home between 3 and 5 on Saturday morning.
Amazing/Fantastic rejection slip
"If you're really only 16...." Moshe Feder wrote.
I was.
I did call him, which got me involved in a New York fandom group called Fistfa. We met on Friday nights (every other Friday night, as I recall), and spent the evening passing around prozines, semiprozines, fanzines, and in my case story manuscripts. At around 1AM we carpooled to Chinatown, where we descended on Wo Hop -- literally, because it was in a basement at the time. (It no longer is, and I was excited to see it shown briefly in the movie Miss Congeniality with Sandra Bullock.)
We continued to pass literature around our large table at Wo Hop, along with Chinese food and glasses of tea that we gathered on large trays. I usually got home between 3 and 5 on Saturday morning.