Body
my fingers were cold handing over the sketchbook, which is annoying because the classroom was warm. i kept pressing my sleeve seam with my thumb while she read. afterwards i could actually feel how cramped my neck was from hovering over her shoulder.
Mind
i almost explained all twenty-two pages before she finished one. instead i answered the button question. the scene probably needs another panel, but not a paragraph of me defending it. sent my colorado friend the exchange. there can be more than one reader.
Emotion
she asked why the girl in panel four kept the broken button. not whether the drawing was good. she wanted to know about my character, like this tiny invented person had somewhere to go. i am trying to be normal about that. not succeeding privately.