'Why don't you just do it,' he said, 'and be done with it. Beginning, middle, end — the way stories have always been made. Go ahead, write.' 'It's so boring,' she muttered. 'It certainly isn't as boring as writing about writing.' 'I never said I wanted to write about writing.' 'Look,' he said, trying to be helpful, 'it's the way people live, in sequence, they meet and something doesn't happen and then they look at each other again or meet again and something does happen — somewhere in time, though maybe not connected, and that's a beginning and out of that happens a middle and maybe even an —' 'Dear god,' she groaned, 'it's so dull!' 'Damn it, why write at all then?' 'What else is there that's better?' she said.
Wiebe, Ruby, Seeing is Believing, Kunapipi, 6(2), 1984.