Being in a creative funk sure gives you a lot of time to (1) navel gaze and (2) web surf. So why not combine the two? Back when I was finishing up my first attempt at writing a novel in October, I went on an on-line personality test binge fueled by a helluva lot of Coronas. The "So Accurate It Makes You Want To Scream 'Get Out Of My Mind!'" Award goes to the Keirsey Temperament and Character Sorter. Apparently, I'm a Healer. The good news is that William Shakespeare was a healer. The bad news is that healers are supposedly found in 1 percent of the population, and that Sir Galahad "The Chaste" was a healer. Doesn't really increase my chances of getting laid any time soon. Sheesh.