Beowulf and the Essay

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Beowulf looked over my shoulder. I tried to ignore him. But it was kinda difficult. He loomed. I tried to concentrate on writing the essay - I'm pretty damn good at ignoring figments of my imagination when they try and intefere, considering - but concentrating on my essay would have been a losing battle even without the presence of the six-foot-plus viking.
'Don't you have more important things to be doing?' I snapped eventually. 'Like, y'know, dragonslaying?'
He looked hurt.
'Well, don't you have more important things to be doing?' he said pointedly.
'No. Yes. Perhaps. It depends. I keep being unable to make up my mind about what's important.' I admitted.
'You'd rather be writing stories about me,' he said with a grin. 'That's what I am. Cultural currency.'
'You're also an academic text which points to a wide ranging range of stuff,' I said wearily. 'I'm doing gender at the moment.'
'What, again?'
'Yes, again,' I snapped. 'It's interesting. You mysogonist, you,' I added under my breath
'Not as interesting as that plotbunny you've got lurking about Heorot and the hallucinogenic mead.'
'Mebbe not,' I said with a sigh. 'The theory informs the creative writing. That's the idea, anyway.'
'A wide ranging range of stuff?' he said suddenly.
'What?'
'That's what you just said. A wide ranging range of stuff. Aren't you supposed to have a better word-hoard than that?'
'Yeah. Essay writing makes me forget it.'
'I thought the idea of this was to improve your writing skills.'
'Yeah, me too. Look, it's complicated. Anyway, it's alleration and repetition, and you don't seem to have a problem with that.'
A shrug. 'I didn't write the poem. In case you didn't notice, words aren't my strongpoint. I'm more of an action kind of a guy. Anyway, alliteration is more awsome than clumsily copying word as you will because you can't bring yourself to come up with more creative ways of communication.'
'As I can demonstrate perfectly well when putting words in your mouth,' I sighed. 'It's just when I'm trying to say stuff about... y'know... stuff that the words desert me.'
'Not that I'd know, being more of a slayer than a scop, but I wouldn't say you were doing that much better writing this. You've used 'sighed' twice as a speech tag, y'know,' he said.
'Well, I'm doing a lot of sighing,' I said, trying to supress another sigh. He shrugged again.
'This isn't really getting you anywhere, you know. It's five to four. You haven't written your essay and you're going to be late for choir.'
'Bugger,' I said, but didn't do anything too urgent about it.

Comments

[anagrammatical.livejournal.com]

At least you can have entertaining conversations with your text. Try discussing Life with a nicotinic acetylcholine receptor. ;)

[sebastienne.livejournal.com]

life? don't talk to me about life!

[solar-type-star.livejournal.com]

:D That was funny. I always like your fics where you talk to the people in your head.

[opportunemoment.livejournal.com]

Heheh. Nice.
...even without the presence of the six-foot-plus viking.
... the other six-foot-plus viking. She says, unhelpfully.

[herringprincess.livejournal.com]

*giggles*

[anotherusedpage.livejournal.com]

Thanks!

[anotherusedpage.livejournal.com]

Yeah. They're jumping at each other, suddenly. In a slightly wary manor. I think Karl is faintly jealous of the amount of my headspace Beowulf is taking up.