The piece is on hold. I curse distractions because they take me out of my focus. Most of my work is done in long spurts at the computer - with little, if any, breaks. This concentration is what provides a certain amount of feeling to what I am writing - for the reader perhaps, but also for me. Once I break from a story, I find it difficult to reconnect with the idea. I find myself analyzing it too much - reducing it to cold, emotionless, language.
I’ve tabled it.
The BBQ was not the event I had in mind and I found, to my surprise, a small amout of enjoyment. So, this once, I was not entirely correct.