On the day before the election, I happened to write a racy chapter for my latest novel. Unsure of whether the somewhat explicit scene worked or not, I emailed it to a writer friend for her opinion. In a hurry to get to the polling station, where she was on duty as a poll clerk, she printed it off and took it with her to read in a quiet moment. Well, there was no quiet moment, with queues out the door. She kept trying to read it, getting more and more frustrated at being interrupted. In the end, so engrossed was she when she finally got into that chapter, everyone had to wait for their ballot papers while she finished it. Explaining to her queue of voters was hilarious. Anyway, the sexy chapter got a big fat ‘yeesss’ from the polling station.