well, this is tough, i think because i am intensely private and choosy about what i allow people to know about me. that is not to say that i'm ashamed. maybe it's more that i'm selfish. i once did post some travel journal fragments here on litkicks, though... over on roadgoing. not because i'm an exhibitionist, but because i liked what the pieces said about moving to a foreign country and the changes that subsequently took place in me as a human being.
of course, those were just fragments. that i chose myself.
anyway, does my life, my correspondence and journals, affect my writing? sure. indirectly. is it all the same? somewhat. i don't differentiate that much, i mean... my writing is my writing. however, i'm not going to hand my personal life over to be dissected, either. i guess i'm just picky and weird.