The Life of a Serial Mistress

Gosh, I'm quite surprised.  I didn't get as many hateful comments as I expected on the Daily Mirror site, and none at all on The People article.  Could it be that I'm actually making people realise I'm not the evil witch they think I am?  Or have they figured that I will justify what I do in any argument or discussion I have? Yet again, I have been criticised purely for what I look like, rather than what I do.  It's hilarious how shallow some people can be, and quite sad that they would accept what I do if I looked like Cheryl Cole!  Ah well, it will never change, but neither will I :)  I'm not planning on pushing a lettuce leaf around a plate just to be accepted by the small minded anonymous few who wish to comment on my life.  I have loved me, and my looks, since before Gok started championing the idea.  Many would probably tell me to look in the mirror and 'get over myself' - as one email advised - but surely confidence and self-esteem are far more

I've got writer's block.  There I've said it.  I can't put anything I want to say into words.  I have to though.  I have people waiting for me to produce something witty and interesting, but so far - nothing. I was advised a while ago, by a dubious literary agent, that I should save my best writing for the book, but that has meant my blog has suffered, badly.  But now I've started writing for my blog again I just can't say what I want!  It's driving me mad!! I used to write for fun and didn't care if anyone liked it or not.  I didn't mind if my followers found my writing immature or incompetent.  But now my writing has to step up, a considerable amount.  With offers and potential offers in the pipeline, now is the time to get serious. I am my own worst enemy.  I am incredibly self-critical and I dissect everything I ever produce, finding fault at every point.  I've done that most of my life with practically everything I have ever produced,