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: Word Play
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Courting the Muse
AKA Confessions of a Recovering Realist
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:...
Courting the Muse: A Closer Look
Part 1: Nothing Special So I'm walking Maggie along the gravely little dirt road wondering if there's going to be any inspiration today....
Courting the Muse: Paint it again, Sam!
This post is part of a weekly series for subscribers exploring the creative process—one prompt at a time. This week’s prompt: Paint over...
Courting the Muse: Work in a Series
(This post is part of a weekly series for subscribers exploring the creative process—one prompt at a time.) This week’s prompt: Work in a...
Courting the Muse: Sketchy Business
This post is part of my series, Courting the Muse. Subscribers to my email list receive a weekly prompt focusing on one aspect of...
Courting the Muse: Poetry Expressed
This post is part of my series, Courting the Muse. Subscribers to my email list receive a weekly prompt focusing on one aspect of...
Susan Lobb Porter
Recent Posts
The Studio is Coming: Now What?
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.
