Writing Machine Refuge

A/N: A little something that has been percolating through my tiny mind. I'm sure my parents will see where this is coming from. In this series I'm going to be blogging as if I am a couple characters--haven't decided on their names yet, so if you have any ideas feel free to give them to me.

Preview:

did I ever mention how much I hate crawl spaces? it's insane. They are really just the empty spaces underneath houses, where all the stuff that used to exist inside a house now resides. rats. Rat poop. cat poop (because the cats tend to view any area of dry and somewhat loose earth as one giant litter box) plumbing. electrical work. Weird bits of ancient masonry and terrifying post-and-block construction (seriously, if you own a house go under it and look at the pillars and foundation, and if it doesn't look scary either you don't know what to look for or your house is under thirty years old)

dead children.

( I fucking hate crawlspaces )


Yeah, crawlspaces freak me the fuck out. I have to spend time in them (doing insulation, seismic retrofit, et, remind me to tell you guys about the time I nearly fucking DIED in a crawlspace). I always expect to find the most horrible things in them. What I usually find is showers of rat poop. OMG, don't get me started on the rat poop. :(

There will be more story to come.