Well, a snagging has occurred.
I knew it would. It always does. But, really, couldn’t it have been on something a little less absurd?
The OCD prickling up my brain has got hung up on the age of my Cozy Mystery’s sidekick. Worrying over this meaningless detail takes up half my writing time.
The age of the sidekick.
Let that absurdity rattle around in your bones for a bit.
Go ahead and laugh.
I’m at the point of hysterical giggles, myself.