How many ducks are in my row?

Organization seems to be something you either belong to or practice.  The old is it a noun or verb?  It's is the bane of my existence.  I buy fabric I love but don't use because once it's home it's lost.  I collect pens, and thread and needles in order to create something.  I guess my lack of clarity is echoed in my living environment.  Clarissa Pinkola Estes outlined it as a common problem among wanna be "artistes".  It boils down to the fear of being responsible to my expression.   I hope the "Artist's Way doesn't have a solution to this problem.  I have two copies that I have never read.  Somehow I find that really honestly funny.  Maybe I'll give all the fabric and yarn away or start only what I plan to finish. Those concepts seem just as absurd.  I always want to prove that I can conquer some needlework skill, embroidery, knitting, crochet, sewing.... all methods to avoid theatre and writing.  Well at least this blog is some form of outward expression.  Quack Quack Quack