Is it a discipline?

Ted Harrison, Clara Hughes, Tragedy in the Mediterranean, Diaspora, David Idlout. What do all of these things have in common?  The various topics that were touched on,  and had my head spinning at one point or another on the radio. I had this grand influx of knowledge and huge erruptions of emotion as the various stories were told. I thought to myself I really need a way to organize all of this. I have listed so many unfinished projects and there are still more, and I am finding because the blog is always in the back of my mind, I am always trying to organize my thoughts and think of the most enticing, exciting way to put them into print. Everyday, I think of more. I am introduced to new ideas, new thoughts and opinions about other peoples ideas. I am stumbling over my thoughts right now I don't know what to write about. There is just too much.
I should tell you that all of the names, news and ideas on the radio today, were new to me, except for Haiti and of course the Prorogation. I loved it but was overwhelmed with it. I would have been quite happy to have parked somewhere. To just sit and take notes while listening to the news and different programs.
There were so many moments that a news report or guest speaker would say something and it would lead to a flood of thoughts that flowed down a large hallway, and in that hallway a number of doors opened up along the way. This filled my head with ideas and thoughts, some partial and some complete.
How am I possibly going to organize these thoughts? A few of them I was able to jot down on an envelope I had floating around in the car, and some I was able to jot down in my blackberry. There were so many branches that kept erupting from some idea or thought, it was impossible to keep up with them while I was driving.
So what am doing? Am I blogging just about stuff? Stuff I hear on the radio? Stuff I think or feel? Even when I was a little girl I remember probably being around 5 or so and feeling a need to do something. I remember an urgency, a fear that I would run out of time. I don't know what for, I don't know what I wanted to do. I just remember feeling a need to write things down, a need to accomplish things. I always wanted to do something Grand and Good. I just didn't know what. Funny enough I am still feeling the same way and have done so all my life.
I have done some pretty wonderful things. The most important I think would be having and raising my children. At different points in my life I have gone on quests and embarked on journeys. The one thing I have always come back to, and seem to be able to accomplish something with, while having other people share in the enjoyment of it, has been writing and art.
I have never had any formal training and it shows in some cases severely. It has inhibited my willingness to share my work with people. Sometimes holding me back from even putting it on paper. Then there is the organization thing. How do you organize a whole lifetime of thoughts when you have not lived a lifetime?
I think I am a great thinker, I think of so much and I am a wonderful story teller. When it comes to the technical side of writing, I am missing more than a few basics.
I guess I am wondering where the art should give way for discipline. If you can organize all of those thoughts that you gather everyday and you are not just placing someone's ideas into your work but actually living and creating new ideas does it matter that you can't spell? Of course! If you are capable of evoking emotion and having someone smell a peach in one of your stories, does it matter if you are not grammatically correct? Of course it does! It does not matter how wonderful your stories are. It does not matter if you could make them cry, or laugh because they won't make it through the first few sentences if it is a struggle to read.
I will add to my list of things to do, and unfinished projects, a way to polish myself up. Once I organize these thoughts I will have so much to do, and write, and blog. I want it to get across to a fair audience, in the easiest way possible.