All that pretense went away when I found it in the morning on Gypsy. I whooped and danced about like a crazed fool. The whole day turned into a joyful blur all because of 66,000 words. My spirit felt like I'd been on a dozen rollercoaster rides and then drank the best milkshake ever. I put my various Masks files (there are three altogether) into one mega file and emailed it to my fellow INKers immediately. Tragedy averted. Now, back to my tasks, which are to edit and send out the next section of Masks to the Lucky Labs and to INK, and then to work on more query letters.