UNdisclaimer: There is no sex in this blog post.
Today Tech Support set the toaster oven on fire. Don't worry, I, the cats, and even the man himself are all fine. In fact, oddly enough my reaction was pleasure.
Let me explain.
I have this scene in my story where my heroine, who is a bit klutzy and not very domestic, sets the toaster oven on fire. I've been looking at that scene ever since I wrote it several months ago and thinking, "Would this really happen? Would anyone really be that clumsy?" Erotic romances often feel a bit contrived to me (ala "thank you for the pizza, attractive mystic vampire, would you like to come in to my bedroom?") and I was trying to avoid it as much as possible.
This morning I placed some frozen muffins in the toaster oven and set it to 300 degrees. When he came in he decided it wasn't good enough for him and so he switched it over to toast. I'm guessing it was the high heat that first set the melted cheese which already covered the inside on fire, and then the muffins themselves. I was the one who had the luck too look over in time to see the impressive blaze going inside. He was the one who got to put it out.
So my answer was yes.
And, undeterred, he slathered jam and butter on the crispy muffins and reported them still quite good.
