Aaron D McClelland's author notes
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Monday, 18 January 2021
Friday, 15 January 2021
We all need practice ...
I was asked by a novice writer recently to draw on my 40 years as a professional writer and provide feedback on the opening four chapters of the first novel in a multi-book SciFi/Fantasy series he had planned.
It was horrible.
Poor continuity, inconsistent characters and story line, nonexistent character development, amateurish prose, littered with grammatical and punctuation errors, and derivative of popular films such as Game of Thrones, Dune, Lord of the Rings, The Last Star Fighter, and Star Wars.
I provided feedback as requested and suggested he practice on smaller projects until he found his style. Perhaps joining a local writer's club to receive feedback on small projects.
I also suggested he join in on games we writers play on Twitter ...
There's a writers' game on Twitter in the #WritingCommunity than I enjoy because of its challenge. Every Friday, fellow writer Craytus Jones drops a theme for that week's #SatSplat. When selecting my #SatSplat entry, I usually try to find a short passage in one of my own novels that fits the theme.
The catch is; Twitter allows only 280 characters, including spaces and the tag #SatSplat. It demands brevity while still making your point, delivering your punchline, building that tension. It forces you to refine your prose down to its sleekest form, making every word count and letting the chaff flutter away in the breeze.
It's important practice and has actually prompted me to return to a section of a wip and tighten up my prose to provide a more economical yet still potent kick. Here's a few of mine;
Unrequited love
I held my pillow and stared into the dark, remembering Angel's smile that day. How it would be if she was there with me right then, wondering if she was thinking of me – if she ached for my arms to be holding her as much as I ached to do that small and intimate thing.
#SatSplat
Comedy
“You’re not just a pretty face, are you?” I said and sipped my coffee.
“I don’t have a pretty face.” Tosh said, looking concerned.
Either he didn't understand the slang or I was meeting a lot of concrete thinkers lately.
'BETWIXT (where the dead things go)'
#SatSplat
Supernatural
“Betwixt.” he said, “Most ne’er heared of it and them’s what has think it a story for children to keep them abed at night. But it’s real as bones, old son. D’yer know how I knows it?”
“If I had a thousand years I couldn’t guess.”
“Because I died there, mate.”
#SatSplat
Nostalgia
The hippest station for rock in 1959 was CKWX, spinning songs that just made you want to dance. No one with a soul could help but at least tap their foot when Red Robinson spun a disc, and there were days that listening to those songs stopped my heart from breaking.
#SatSplat
Poetry
I miss the sunset in this space between
that edge of falling light and promised dawn
nevermore in this space between
where the dead things go
where the dead things go
#SatSplat
Action
I swung the machete down hard on the top of the bodyguard's head and buried the blade between his eyebrows.
“Glurg.” he said, staring at nothing as I pulled his sawed-off free, cocked it and aimed both barrels at Billy’s face.
“You gomered him!” Billy squeaked.
"Yep."
#SatSplat
I am waiting to see if that novice writer takes my advice.
Aaron D McClelland
Monday, 11 January 2021
Mac & Beth ~ hurly-burly review
Mac & Beth review
by Tabitha Tomala of 'Behind the Pages'
Thank you to Aaron D McClelland for providing me a copy for an honest review!
Banks cleans and processes the money brought in from Duncan’s illegal drug deals. He also hears and sees everything that happens within the gang. He sees the difference as Bethany enters the trailer park, and begins to wrap Mac around her thumb. He watches as greed begins to infest members of the gang, and begins to doubt Mac’s ambition. The violence and tragedy he will witness are worthy of a Shakespeare retelling.
Never before have I been unable to put down a story based on Shakespeare. Mac & Beth is the best retelling of Shakespeare I have ever read. All the key players were on the board from the original play but rebranded into gangsters and fortune-tellers living in a trailer park. Instead of sword fights and long winded soliloquies, it was brutal gun battles and drama fueled action scenes.
Aaron D. McClelland did an excellent job of humanizing the gang members. Seeing Banks in his day to day life builds empathy and compassion with the reader. And even though you know all the characters are peddling drugs and committing murder, you can’t help but sympathize with them. Would you really blame Banks for killing someone to protect his family?
Modernized Shakespeare at its finest, Mac & Beth stays true to the overall plot and themes found in the original play. Readers looking for a tragic hero will certainly find one. And it will tear you apart to watch the downfall. Even knowing what was going to happen, I kept wishing for a different outcome. Aaron D. McClelland can retell any Shakespeare play and I will be sure to read it.
To Purchase: Amazon
Original review is here.
Friday, 25 December 2020
Caribou Man ...
Thursday, 29 October 2020
The crows ...
I was dragged from the depths of sleep by Olive sliding into bed beside me, her long sinuous body naked and smooth and smelling of apples and cinnamon. I drew her to me, our legs entwining, the softness of her skin like warm silk, her small frame delicate, cradled in my arms.
“Just hold me?” she whispered. Her voice was weak and hoarse. She was exhausted.
I held her gently, wrapping her in my arms so she felt the truth that pulsed gently inside me; I never wanted to let her go again. Within seconds she was asleep and I soon followed her down into the comfortable darkness.
It was late into the night when I heard the girl’s voice once more; “They’re coming” and I heard a distant fluttering outside the window. At first I thought it was a dream, like when I awoke in the cabin to the chanting of Caribou Man’s cult, but the sound persisted even after I opened my eyes.
Carefully untangling myself from Olive’s arms and legs so I didn’t wake her, I slid out of bed and walked to the window, pulling back the curtains. With the charcoal and crimson clouds as a backdrop, the sky was peppered with clusters of jet black crows flying toward Peacock’s castle. I could only hear the flutter and flap of their wings, not a caw or croak to be heard.
Even they knew that a deadly feast was coming and it sent a chill up my back and over my scalp.
"BETWIXT - where the dead things go"
Friday, 2 October 2020
Normal is a dirty word ...
Normal is a dull census of the tedious; an amalgam of average.
Give me the outliers, the abnormal, the manic who rupture the sky and churn the tides.
Give me men who scoff at law.
Give me women undainty, who sweat, spit, and swear.
Give me grit and blood, because normal scares me.
Aaron D McClelland
(somewhere south of normal)
Saturday, 12 September 2020
Mac & Beth
BETWIXT (where the dead things go) Final edits are complete, the front and back covers are done, and it will soon be available on Amazon . R...


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