If money were no object, I really wish I could live, for at least a year, in New York City. I want to be a starving artist, although not in the literal sense. In the manner, that 24/7 I could concentrate on writing, i. e., finish my novel that I have been so desperate to develop, and write poetry that would rival Yeats, Hughes and Shakespeare. The characters in my latest play would be so robust, complex and absorbing that I would be nominated for the next Pulitzer Prize.
