Instinct is a Whore.
It is just a decency for me to admit that in the last two months I have opened my Word and wrote nothing other than reports, reports, essays, reports and… final reports. On some other night when the rain was falling rather violent on the pavement and the internet was down and I was lying on my bed, thinking whether I should continue my reports again or continuing my The Big Bang Theory marathon, I usually ended up staring at the blank page of Word, titled ‘Document 1’, font set to Times New Roman size 11, and wonder why ideas are not transferable via Bluetooth straight from our brains onto the screen of a computer.
I am someone who makes decisions without thinking, but usually I just got lucky and the decisions that I made somehow work and in the end they defined my taste, personality, moods etc etc. Some people say I have good instinct, some people, just like how I said earlier, think that I am just a lucky bastard. Like how I usually end up writing a one-shot of a nerdy Kyuhyun and a normal Sungmin or a dead Sungmin or one dead Super Junior, I didn't really think about the plots I am about to write. I went with my instinct and bamm! Three hours later I was happy with my work. Sometimes I don’t think I even deserve the credits. But again, it’s still my efforts so whatever.
The truth is, some of my project’s group members are being fucking assholes. They did their parts hastily and when it comes to mine, I have to redo theirs like 70% of it. I guess this is when the instinct part doesn't come in handy. Because I just go with my instinct when I’m choosing the members and it turns out they are the ones who are going to fuck up my grades for this semester. I should start planning for the future. I really should start now.
…but somehow, when I am about to write a new fic, I’m still stuck like that night when the sky was raining.