Grandfather: I’m going to send you my journal. I’m hoping to turn it into a book.
Grandfather: Don’t change the wording at all! Just add commas or check the spelling.
Grandfather: Actually, I already sent it. It should arrive by Tuesday.
It arrived, and I did my best because he’d make a big fuss if I refused – but it was 70+ pages of advice, random thoughts, his life story, and his opinions of everyone around him. Including when he made my grandmother cry, how he felt about me leaving home, and a very nasty rant about both my partner and my in-laws.
I decided the best revenge was to silently hand back the edited document and wait until he found my written response to those rants. He hasn’t tried to push a book project on me since.