{"id":4048,"date":"2018-06-13T06:49:20","date_gmt":"2018-06-13T13:49:20","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/?p=4048"},"modified":"2026-11-02T18:11:37","modified_gmt":"2026-11-02T18:11:37","slug":"rain-falls","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/rain-falls\/","title":{"rendered":"Rain Falls&#8230;"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Rain falls. I so rarely write about rain with the regularity or the intensity I used to. I guess you move on from subjects once there is nowhere else to go with them or the subjects merely dries up. I never thought rain would dry up on me.<\/p>\n<p>Where are the new subjects? What are they? Even the Oregon Tavern Ages stories have begun to fade since I&#8217;ve completed the new, expanded manuscript. And since Clyde passed away and I wrapped up most of that book, I&#8217;ve felt listless writing about Bonnie and my continuing adventures at the dog sanctuary, even though I continue to volunteer at that remarkable place.<\/p>\n<p>I suppose a subject can simply die for a writer.<\/p>\n<p>Oregon City in my youth excites me as a subject. So does a social history of American recreational tennis. My idea for a detective novel called <i>The Watershe<\/i>d truly energizes me and I keep gathering material for it and plan on a long road trip for research once I have some existential freedom. I also want to expand my collection of Oregon Christmas tales.<\/p>\n<p>What also interests me a a writer is becoming a reporter for a rural paper and documenting the challenges of the people living there. That is my dream job. I don&#8217;t think it will ever happen unless I start a paper myself. I think about that all the time.<\/p>\n<p><!--themify_builder_static--><!--\/themify_builder_static--><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Rain falls. I so rarely write about rain with the regularity or the intensity I used to. I guess you move on from subjects once there is nowhere else to go with them or the subjects merely dries up. I never thought rain would dry up on me. Where are the new subjects? What are [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":4049,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[10,11],"tags":[630,809,928,1248],"class_list":["post-4048","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-meditations","category-of-walking-in-rain","tag-matt-love","tag-oregon-rain","tag-rain","tag-writing","has-post-title","has-post-date","has-post-category","has-post-tag","has-post-comment","has-post-author",""],"builder_content":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4048","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=4048"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4048\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":9689,"href":"https:\/\/nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4048\/revisions\/9689"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4048"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4048"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4048"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}