I had a whole bag of excuses ready for that question. It wasn't done. It was the third part of a series, so it won't make sense. My handwriting is kind of hard to read. I need to go to class; perhaps some other time?
I was having a hard time letting someone in. I wanted to share my work with the world. I dreamed of writing the next great American novel. But nothing was ever perfect enough to show anyone. Nothing was ever ready.