Frogs again

I dreamed about frogs last night - tiny little ones patterned like sea shells, that I was afraid of squishing with my toes. They were all over my bedroom carpet.

No, trensaddiction and new_kate, they did not talk and they were not rentboys. What do frogs signify in dreams? I could google it but I am horribly lazy.

Talking of talking frogs... Iris Print has a call out for its fairy story anthology, so I think I am going to send in my magical talking frog story. It does turn into manlove, honestly, not man/frog love.

So, with the frog story and my last yaoi_challenge story (which is percolating in my brain... hopefully. At least, it's doing something up there. I trust my brain), I have enough to keep me officially busy for a wee while. Unofficially, the brain is working overtime on stories that do not have a deadline. Stupid thing.

In more gripping arm news, the tennis elbow pain has largely gone. The double crush (!) is still giving me thumb and forearm tingles, but they are lessening, I think. I am back at work, gently typing.