As a Spec Fic author, who's only published titles take place in settings that are heavily space-centric, one might assume that I would snatch up the chance to go into space if it was offered.
I'm perfectly happy here with both feet planted on Earth. I'm pretty sure I've never wanted to be an astronaut. And I know for a fact I could never pass the rigorous tests (etc) that it takes to qualify for such an occupation.
The people who go into that field are amazing. There is no doubt in my mind about that. But I wouldn't want to be one of them.
As a writer, I have the ability to play with the deadly vacuum without any chance of succumbing to it's dangers. I don't have to worry about the 989 things that could go wrong any second. I can step away from the screen, or put my pen down. Playing with space from my desk chair isn't likely to kill me.
Maybe you think I'm a coward for saying that. I think I'm practical.
It's funny when I think about writing these things (imagining the impossible) and yet knowing that even if offered the opportunity to try, I would decline (understanding reality).
I have no desire to go into space, because I know that I'm not the sort of person who will ever be able to, and that by the time it is possible for people like me to go to space with minimal risk... I'll be long buried.
What about you? Would you go into space if given the opportunity?