This is why I can’t have nice things.

If, while reading Demon Marked next year, you suddenly come across a perfectly nice sentence interrupted by OH HOLY EFFING HELL! — that is because while I was browning rice in butter, I suddenly had an idea of how to fix that sentence, and left the kitchen to do exactly that.

Three paragraphs later, I smelled the reason why I should return to the kitchen.

I couldn’t save the pan, either. *headdesk*

But, as Carolyn Jewel so nicely pointed out on Twitter: “new spatula: $1.50 The perfect sentence: priceless.”

Actually, it was $3.59. But whatever. At least the sentence will rock!