Finding the One: My Journey to Claim My Writing Desk
Three years ago I started to dive into my need to write, and for that many years I have been searching for the desk that would serve as my space to create. After much long anticipation, I finally found her - Helga, is her name, with Herman serving as my chair. Helga is adopted from a woman named Anya, an artist who had needed to find her a good home. Helga comes with her brother, Herman, who was gifted to her as part of a set. Helga is blond with a sleek, Scandinavian desk, matching Herman's strong, stable support. Together, they are a formidable duo, who will now support me on my journey. Ironically enough, Helga Hermann was the name of my third grade teacher who, unbeknownst to her, is part of my origin story as a writer. As part of a class project, we studied newspaper and writing, creating a newspaper for our class. I was fortunate enough to be a front-page feature about our field trip to the Kitchener-Waterloo Record. From then, I would have an on-again, off-again relationship...