I started sitting at the desk out of convenience: I was writing my master’s thesis on Forster’s Howards End, so camping out next to the shelf of books pertaining to the author’s work at my university’s library was practical. By all appearances, it is just a nondescript, light wood desk no different from the dozens of others that line the library. To me, though, it is a creative beacon, a place where my mind is clearest and my thoughts tumble out perfectly formed. In my mind, the desk is the place where I have done my best writing and had my most profound intellectual breakthroughs—I sincerely believe that writing at that oasis of a desk had an irrevocably positive impact on finishing my thesis and other academic scribblings. Whenever I write something, though it’s almost a year since I last sat there, I often find myself thinking of the desk and yearn to write on its transformative tabletop once again.
Emily Desormier (she/hers) is a writer who earned her MA in English Studies at the University New Hampshire and has stayed based in the state. She has had pieces of criticism featured on ScreenSpeck and Film Slop. Additionally, she has had two poems featured in Renesmee Literary’s “Volterra” pamphlet. When not writing, Emily can generally be found spending time with her dog, Molly. You can find her tweeting @emi_deso or on Instagram @emi_writes.