The less a writer of short stories knows about short stories the more likely he is to write them. The more anybody knows about short stories the more likely he is to talk about them—which is something, but not a short story.
Talking about short stories is all right, and writing about them is all right, but dropping a rock on an egg isn’t hatching one. And having a rock to drop isn’t the equivalent of having an egg. But it is something, and one is always eager to accept an obligation to be respectful of whatever is there at the time asking to be respected.
