Don’t tell me what I’m doing today. I know where my calendar is, and I can figure out what’s important. I like figuring out what’s important. It’s part of the process.
Don’t write cards to people I love. The crappiest stick figure drawing or mangled haiku contains more of me than anything I could ask you to create.
Don’t mimic my communication style so you can imitate me in draft. My voice and writing style, poor as they may be, are my own.
Don’t edit my photos to create a distorted memory of the past. Memories are fragile enough without deliberately sanding down the rough edges.
Don’t help me cheat at the pub quiz. This one is self explanatory.
Don’t create poetry. You have a wonderful way with words, but no heart and no feelings to express.
