A white page, a beginning… Taking a deep breath, I take a step into the unknown…

I’ve been writing and reading ever since I can remember. I define and redefine myself through writing. It seems that there’s a gentle difference between scribbling a personal journal in a sealed notebook, and sharing my thoughts online, between creating fiction and writing a dissertation. Or is there ?
Is the fine line between ‘fiction’, ‘personal’ and ‘academic’ writing really that clear, or is it a figment of our definition-oriented mind ? Is there a place, a space, a time were the seemingly different processes intertwine ?