For the last 30-plus years, I have been doing one long, uninterrupted improv.

I forged myself out of a vacuum. I crawl along the highway on hacked off stumps year after year. Some wonder how and why. I never do.

The average is the borderline that keeps mere men in their place. Those who step over the line are heroes by the very act. Go.

There're some places that are more difficult or dangerous to navigate and I wouldn't look forward to going back. Like I'd much rather go back to Afghanistan - which fascinates me - quicker than I'd go back to spend a week walking around Nairobi, Kenya, which is a great and easy way to get yourself killed.

In winter, I plot and plan. In spring, I move.

I never think of what it's going to be like later. I only think in the present tense. The only time I think backwards is when I have to reissue something.

To justify being listened to, I try to be as well informed as I can. Hence, the travel. Reading is good too. Reading gets you part way there, and I do read pretty voraciously for a guy who's trying to write so much.