Libby Block

Yet another wanna-be writer.


Llanfair PG

I do believe I’m running out of blog ideas.  I can’t think of anything to write for August.  Then again, my life has been overtaken by endless doctors’ appointments, which has me diving head-first into crafts in order to keep my mind off the medical stuff, so who’s got time to write?  There are clothes […]

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Worshiped by Wolves

This meme showed up in my Facebook news feed the other day. It was love at first sight.  (Although I might change “mist” to “fog” to reflect my lupus-scrambled brain.)  I like being linked to a wolf.  From almost the beginning, I have envisioned lupus as an invisible wolf living with me, peaceful most of […]

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A Yarn About Yarn

~ update at bottom of post ~ Not much to post right now.  I’m working on other things, like outlining a story and crocheting a Scrump doll.   I want to take Scrump to work with me to keep me, Jack Sparrow, and my Winnie-the-Pooh tsum-tsum company, but I know how that would go: “Oh, it’s […]

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At Least…

I hadn’t really planned to write a post this month – I’m trying hard not to think right now – but someone brought up the old “at least” again, and it was too much to ignore. “At least it’s not cancer,” they say, when you tell them you have a disease. Any disease. Lupus, fibromyalgia, […]

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Undetermined Significance and the Cancer Lottery

This past Monday, my hematologist told me I have something called MGUS (Monoclonal Gammopathy of Undetermined Significance). I like that phrase, “Undetermined Significance”. It reminds me of the Buddhist story about the farmer who ran into an old friend he hadn’t seen in many years, and the friend asked him how it was going. The […]

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Who’s the April Fool?

So yesterday The Mighty published one of my essays, a bit about living with invisible illness.  That’s considered non-fiction rather than fiction.  I’ve spent almost 40 years learning how to write fiction, so I guess the joke’s on me this year.  But hey, it’s another notch to add to my list of credits. If the […]

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With Invisible Friends Like This, Who Needs Enemies?

I think I am haunted. In another time and place, I would have been haunted. Today, I’m not sure. Am I haunted? Or do I just have a weird set of invisible friends? The first one appeared several years back. Just as I was falling asleep, someone called my name. Or more correctly, someone hissed […]

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