Exactly two months ago, I wrote about the value of telling your story, using the arts to not just communicate, but justify the risks taken in ventures like spaceflight. I also touched on my own development as a writer, but I was content to stay in fiction for the rest of my life. I was never a big risks person. I hoped I would never live through an event worth writing about, yet here we are.
The Travelogue style translated surprisingly well to real life journaling. Because it turns out the writer behind all those astronauts was…me…all along.