When I was in ninth grade, Mrs. Hammond, just for the fun of it, gave us a "creativity" test in our art class. It purported to determine how creative we were.
It determined that I wasn't.
Fast forward to the present. Today I make a living doing work that most would call creative. People who know me almost always use the word "creative" to describe me. Trying to create things makes me happier than just about anything.
Deep down, though, I know I'm a fraud. I know I'm just a plodder, someone who—with tenacity and hard work—manages, sometimes, to put a new twist on an idea or generate a product that is sort of different, kind of, maybe.
Who says testing isn't effective?