Hehehe, okay so we'll wait for answers together.

I know that part of it is just.... me. That's how I am. It's how my brain is. A mess of ideas, things to do, etc. I start one thing and before it's done, I'm off to another-- and thing #1 is still on the floor somewhere, lol. Then I trip over thing #1 and it still doesn't get moved.

My poems are horribly disorganized... I have some saved on my computer, some in a binder, some in a plastic bag (I don't even know why, lol), some need to be edited, some floating around in my study...

One of my favorite poets (Frank O'Hara) died in the 60s. When he died, his friends went to gather his poems for publication. They literally had to go through all of his coat pockets to find poems because he was so disorganized about the way he kept them. I can completely identify with that.