A blog. Really? That’s where I ended up. I know, right.
It was a wild road getting here. Why The Floor Writer? Years of sitting at a desk, meetings, and infinite emails. Just no.
I’m a mix of Appalachian hard work and just enough bourbon to keep things interesting. The rest tends to work itself out.
I can’t take life that serious. Can you?
It took me a long time to realize that. Life took a few sharp turns. My mom passed after a short illness. My daughter left home to explore the world. And then last year, my brother passed.
My mom and brother were the last of my immediate bloodline. But life doesn’t care about that. It comes in wild and demands your attention.
I’m in my 40’s, and my parents and siblings are gone. I remember thinking this could consume me, and I could spend the rest of my life mourning what was. Or I could enjoy what I was given.
So I made some moves and landed in roles I wasn’t even close to ready for. But I love a challenge, so it worked out.
It was time to chase dreams.
I’ve always enjoyed writing and creating. It just got redirected into emails, P&L explanations, and internal jargon for almost two decades in operations. Stories for another time.
Before I knew it, I had completed the second draft of a novel and built this blog.
If you’re thinking my blog is about wallowing in grief or self-improvement, you couldn’t be more wrong.
My blog, like my mind doesn’t stay in one lane for long. My interest are a little wild, but storytelling is what I enjoy the most. So pull up a chair. I’ve got something to tell you.
I have words and I need to share them.
Danielle.