Do you think Fred Flintstone ever made it big? Do you think he owned an expansive place in the Hollyrock Hills, up next to the sign, and hung out with the likes of Dash Riprock, Stoney Curtis, and Ann Margrock?
And, do you think he ever expected to? That’s the big question.
Continue reading “Facing Your Inner Fred”
You’re a writer, you know how it goes. You create, create, create, and some of it’s pretty good.
I got this new idea. Actually, my wife got the idea, and I’m going along with it. Actually, I got the idea quite some time ago, and she shot it down, rediscovered the idea on her own, and, well, I’m going along with it.
Continue reading “Hey, Fred!”