Mark Paren
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Glad you enjoyed it and thanks for sticking with it to the end.
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I’m glad it came across as “beautiful.” That’s what I was trying to accomplish with the mythic backstory and location.
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Thanks you for this comment. You expressed exactly what I was trying to achieve.
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Aiden’s character arc is complete. I’m not sure there is enough growth left for these characters. Thanks for asking.
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Thanks for asking. We’ll see.
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Glad you enjoyed it. Thanks for reading to the end.
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Godfather II may have been as good or better than the original, but it’s a rare exception. Maybe someday.
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I’m not sure I’ll write a sequel, but I’m glad you want one.
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I appreciate your support through the process of writing this story.
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I’m glad you enjoyed it. I’m not sure about a sequel, but it makes me happy you want one.
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Glad you enjoyed it. Thanks for the comment and support.
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December arrived the way it always did in the Bay Area, not with cold exactly but with a change in the quality of the light. Lower and more golden in the afternoons. The hills brown and dry above the peninsula. The bay flat and pewter-colored on overcast days, brilliant on the clear ones. Aiden had been counting down to solstice since August. He was still counting. The Berkeley application was in. Declan’s letter had arrived via email three days after Aiden asked for it, characteristic
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I don’t know what “promoted author, promising author, or any other author status” are but I would hate to confuse readers thinking they were reading a new story and finding a rewritten older version. I’ll think about it. Thanks for the suggestion.
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The California coast appeared below the plane like something he’d forgotten he knew. The bay first, flat and silver in the afternoon light, then the peninsula spreading south, the specific geometry of the Bay Area from above with the grid of streets, the brown late summer hills, the thin line of 101 running along the bay’s edge. San Mateo was somewhere in there. His mother was too. He’d been awake for most of the flight. Not anxious. Just unable to stop thinking. He’d read three chapte
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Sequels are rarely as good as the original. But thanks for suggesting one..
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It’ll be a busy term for Aiden. He’s taking charge of his life. Thanks for commenting..
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I wrote a story (Luminosity) with an abandoned sequel several years ago. Looking at it now I realize there are serious structure flaws and generally weak prose. Is there a way to cleanly edit the story. I’m concerned that the current comments, reactions, and recommendations may not match when I’m finished with the revisions. Do you have any advice on how this might be done.
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There’s two more chapters and some resolutions (though not all).
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The last evening arrived the way last evenings do — quietly, without announcement, the ordinary rhythm of the household carrying them through dinner and into the living room before anyone had to acknowledge what the night was. Rowan had made lamb stew. Not elaborate but considered, the kind of meal that said something without saying it. They ate at the kitchen table and the conversation was easy and unhurried and nobody mentioned the flight in the morning. Afterward they moved to the l
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I think the Bresnahan’s are in trouble. Even if they escape the Gardaí, Father Michael will be certain they are ostracized.
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Aiden has found purpose. Thanks for commenting.
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Only three more chapters and I promise not to leave you too deeply in a “hollow place.” Thanks for sticking with it.
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He a different teen than the one that arrived in Ireland at the beginning of the summer.
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He’s working his way through the grief.
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The Gardaí came up the hill with torches and the blue lights of their vehicles strobing across the heather from the lane below. Aiden stood to one side with Rowan’s hand on his shoulder and watched them move over what had been the cairn with the careful, purposeful attention of people doing a job. Declan talked to them. Answered questions. Pointed at things. His professional voice carried across the ruined hill in the dark. At some point, Rowan steered Aiden back down the path to the
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