Ever Wonder What We're Really Thinking About During Critique?

You're patiently explaining to me how to improve my writing, and I look like I'm taking copious notes, but really, I'm thinking: "Dinosaur with feathers EAT you!!!!"

This is actually a sketch I did last night at Wyrdsmiths on the back of Eleanor Arnason's amazing story "Big Red Mama in Time and Morris, Minnesota." This is Albert, the dwarf, arctic allosaurus who is featured prominently in the story. It also represents the entirity of my critique. I loved the story, and, you know, every once and a while you come across something during critique where all you can do is say, "It's done. Send it out!"