One day Frankie Dell was talking to Billy-Bob Gautama. He said, “Goat, how old are you?” “I’m forty-seven,” said Billy-Bob. “Now, that can’t be right,” said Frankie. “Last time I asked you, you said you were forty-seven, and that must have been at least two years ago.” Billy-Bob shrugged and said, “You think I’d change my mind so soon?”
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Pardon the intrusion (though, I sense shades of Mahasamatman “call me Sam” in these parables, so this may well be tenuously apposite), but I’m very much looking forward to reading your essay in “Last Exit to Babylon – Volume 4: The Collected Stories of Roger Zelazny”. Wikipedia claims you’ve authored a number of short stories (including one nominated for a Nebula!), of which I’ve read “A dream of passion” and the poker piece in another Zelazny anthology–any prospects of anthologization?
Thanks. Nothing planned; I really do very little short fiction; I’m not usually comfortable in the form.
Bawb’s got it right, you have to draw the line somewhere. Besides personally I can’t remember half of what has already transposed. I don’t want to forget too many more of the good bits so time will just have to carry on ahead of me.
That the number has reached 47 speaks well of your ability to change your mind occasionally.