I don't plan an awful lot in life just as I don't plan an awful lot in my fiction.
Why on earth should I care whether people read me with their eyes or their ears?
Booze and tobacco and lots of sex. It keeps a lad young.
And, as long as you can make yourself go on choosing the pain over the relief, you can keep going.
When you get older, keeping the private stuff private seems less important.
As my late mother famously observed, the one thing to be said for growing old is that every year there are a few more things I don’t have to give a rat’s ass about.