I'm determined to finish some of the stories in my bone pile. To that end, I've been working on one that I call "Extra Credit" about a young man will graduate middle school in June. The hang up is he's not been doing his homework and his social studies teacher counts homework and 50% of the grade. He gets A's and B's on his tests, but his fall term for the class is a D. His mother wants to enroll him in a top tier prep school. But with that grade pulling his GPA down he'll never be accepted.

His mother sends him back to school after the winter break with the ultimatum that he get some extra credit to bring his grade up or be grounded for the summer and go to summer school. Only the teacher is studying for her doctorate and doesn't have time to grade extra credit. But she's willing to count his help in researching for her thesis.

The thesis will explore gender, what it really is and how gender, both as perceived by others and the individual affects what they do and their interactions with others. Especially family members and peers.

So I'm working rather well on that and my muse drops another story idea in my head. "Did You See That." A youngster notices that an older kid on a baseball teem is wearing light blue lace panties for underwear. His mother and sister try to explain that some boys just like to wear panties but he doesn't understand. So they give him some that were purchased in the wrong size so he can find out.

Now my muse demands that I split my efforts between the two.

As if my bone pile isn't already overflowing with unfinished stories.