(Written in third person, because she’s definitely not the one writing this)

Growing up in California, Danielle used to shout from the bathtub for her mom to come transcribe for her because “she felt a poem coming on.” Her mother would sit on the toilet and scribble notes on a legal pad as Danielle dictated to her from the tub like some kind of four-year-old Victorian princess.

Once Danielle learned to write her mother devastatingly no longer offered transcription services and Danielle was left to fend for herself. She’s never really closed Google Docs since, and has had at least twelve tabs with half-written-somethings on them open at all times.

Because she’s mostly useless at just about everything else, Danielle has managed to wrangle people into paying her to do things with words. She’s worked as a freelance writer and journalist for the last decade where she’s been featured in CNN Travel and the BBC, among other outlets. Danielle currently lives in Buenos Aires, Argentina where she writes the Substack Not Enough Middle Fingers and works as a lifestyle reporter for the Buenos Aires Herald.

The Women Writers’ Collective was born when Danielle and a friend sat in on a male-dominated writing group that went on two-hour long tangents about world building. Her friend suggested starting their own meetup, which led to the Buenos Aires Women Writer’s Group — a weekly gathering in cafes or homes to share writing and banana bread. It is exactly as beautiful and magical as it sounds.

The more people who heard about the writing group, the more requests they had to join (people kept asking if they could video call into the meetings). Inspired by the in-person meetups, Danielle started the Women Writers' Collective — an online international community of women writers.

So brew yourself something strong, and come sit down at the table.

We’re ready to cheer you on so loudly we’re hoarse the next day.