I have writer's block. In general. My novels have gone no where since March and even my editing abilities that were tiding me over shut down in April. My blog looks like I've died, and even my journal entries are pitiful. Unfortunately, IB testing fell inside this writer's block. For those who aren't familiar with IB testing, it's pretty darn essay-based. I still managed to pass everything, though not with the scores I would have liked, nor would have expected to tell you the truth. In some subjects, I was expecting better to tell you the truth (English Literature, French, MAYBE Biology), and some I'm thanking my lucky stars (Calculus, Chemistry). Think not that my writer's block has left. It has not. I spent 1 1/2 hours in front of my computer screen this morning as I do every Sunday, trying to force some fiction into ANY of my novels. It didn't work. So, I guess the best thing to do would be saying what I've done this week. I worked! And I...