Gypsy has truly evolved since I finished the first draft. What initially inspired me to write it was, of all things, stress. That’s right. Good ‘ole hypertension-causing, heart-stopping stress. I was stressing from work, school, you name it. I came home one night — stressed, of course — and I needed some way to escape from reality. My mind wandered for a bit and then I fell into a daydream. In the daydream, I was sitting on a dark street I didn’t recognize. In a city I didn’t recognize, for that matter. My daydream-self looked around and noticed a man. He spoke to me — yelled was more like it — in a foreign language. That was when I decided my daydream was taking place somewhere overseas. I had always wanted to visit Europe, particularly Eastern Europe, and I soon imagined myself in the very place I longed to see. And so my journey began.  |