A paper towel caught fire from my toaster oven today. Completely unintentional and unexpected, as I suppose most fires are.
I carefully cared the burning paper to the sink and sprayed it down with water. In less than ten seconds the catastrophe was adverted. As I watched the last of the flames get doused by water a great story idea came to me. It was like the fire itself. Startling, full of heat, and ready to consume. I love it when that happens.
All in all, I don’t think causing fires are such a bad thing. Husband has yet to see my side of the situation, though… Maybe it’s just a writer thing.