Butt in the Chair When I came home from Houston, I wasn’t in any kind of creative space. I was in a hunker down space. We had nearly lost...
Re-entry
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Courting the Muse
AKA Confessions of a Recovering Realist
Get Thee to a Gallery: An Artist Date
Part 1: Artist Date in Port Angeles It was a perfect day to check out the local gallery scene here in Port Angeles. Gray. A little...
Coulda Shoulda Woulda Made Art This Week
Part 1: What I Coulda Shoulda Woulda Been Doing Last week in a nutshell: I coulda been arting. I shoulda been making be-you-tiful stuff. I...
Scribble Like You Mean It!
Part 1: A scribble a day keeps the muse in play That little bit of wisdom up there is the essence of this post. In fact, it says it all...
The Power of Memory: Painting the Feels
Gather close. I’m gonna let you in on a secret: THE MUSE DOESN’T TRAVEL IN A STRAIGHT LINE! Hell no! Sorry for the shouting—couldn’t help...
Courting the Muse: Word Play
Part 1: Backstory Once upon a time in the way-back days, long before Austin Kleon made blackout poetry a thing, there lived a creative and...
Courting the Muse: Lucille Made Me Do It
Part 1: Backstory Let’s talk about my muse. I call her Lucille, AKA Lucy. She’s unpredictable, loud, somewhat judgy, and has no respect...
Don’t Need No Stinkin’ Creds
Psssst c'mere. I've got sumptin to tell ya. Earth shaking sumptin. Life altering even. Are you ready? OK then--here goes-- The muse...
Courting the Muse: Finding True North
This week’s creative prompt: Stop trying. Start noticing. Part 1: I have a confession to make. We all luvvvvv confessions, right? (Rubbing...
Courting the Muse: Shower with friends
(This post is part of a weekly series for subscribers exploring the creative process—one prompt at a time.) This week’s creative prompt:...
Susan Lobb Porter
Recent Posts
The Landscape of Connection
I thought I was learning a new place. Roads, light, weather. Turns out I was learning something else — how connection shows up before you feel ready for it.
The Noticing Manifesto
A quiet reflection on how a simple daily practice of noticing — first with my aging horses, and later in the morning light — reshaped the way I see creativity. A manifesto on attention, connection, and why noticing might be where the real work begins.
No More Stinkin’ Navel Gazing
No more stinkin’ navel gazing. A puppy, a sunrise, and a half-built studio are pulling me forward — one small act of noticing at a time.
Re-entry
Noticing (Part 5): Heading Home
I flew out the day he was released from the hospital. He was safe. The watch had changed, and I headed home under a sunset that refused to end.
