I can’t show you what I’m working on, ’cause it will ruin the surprise. I can only tell you that I’m working on it, and that I’ll talk about it when it’s done and hiding in a drawer, mellowing like a good beer. Or cheese. Or whatever.
Trust me, I really, really want to show it to you, but I know it’ll just screw everything up and I’ll never finish it. That’s just the way it works.