When the segment of the story you're writing passes muster such that there's no criticism, but eager curiosity about the story itself. Especially when it's a segment that you really felt you were "in the zone with" when you wrote it .... eight years ago ... and barely reworked at all, especially especially when you thought that it might not be that good, and then you're told that it flowed well. That belongs in the Shire, right under the Party Tree, on September 22nd.