Monthly Archives: August 2010

Kage Baker had a  vast superstitious respect for the Aristotelian unities. Those are the classic precepts of how to tell a story, derived from The Poetics of Aristotle (whose did you expect?). These are the unities of action, place and … Continue reading →

Kage Baker was honest to a fault. In fact, she is the illustration for that phrase – “to a fault” – in my mind; I didn’t understand it at all until I realized that Kage would tell the truth no … Continue reading →

Kage Baker, like all writers, occasionally suffered from writer’s block. It’s a curious and agonizing disease. You don’t just revert to the non-writer’s frame of mind, oh no – you want to write, you need to write, and you simply … Continue reading →

Kage Baker was a fan of steampunk before it even had a name. She was fascinated by clockwork.  Brass  brightwork and beveled glass delighted her eyes. She liked machines that clicked and struck gongs, rather than purred. She loved complex … Continue reading →

Kage Baker was left-handed. Not aggressively so – ordinary scissors didn’t disable her. She never wanted any of those cunning isomer-tools made for the sinister to use. We had left-handed refrigerators from time to time (due to the shape of … Continue reading →

Kage Baker left me boxes and envelopes and Peechee folders and plastic bags and old purses full of writing. Manuscripts, some of them; others are single pages and torn scraps of same, tucked into books all over the house. I … Continue reading →

Kage Baker liked to explore ruins. She loved history, and the pieces left behind from it in the abandoned lots of time. One of the things she wished she had done with her life was archeology – or one of … Continue reading →

… to announce that I am taking the day off. I have a belly-ache and other GI distractions. It may indeed be true that one must suffer to create – I’ve never been sure; when I am engrossed in one, … Continue reading →