Monthly Archives: August 2010

Kage Baker was fascinated by maps. She could read them well, too,  which is not a universal skill by any means. Our cars were always crammed with maps of wherever we were traveling at any given time, and she could … Continue reading →

Kage Baker considered herself very straightforward. She saw herself as  logical, methodical and very much a cause-and-effect sort of person. She was wrong. What she was, was inhumanly disciplined, dedicated to her goals, and just plain stubborn. When she started … Continue reading →

Kage Baker wasn’t a night person. Given her druthers, she was asleep by midnight. Not that she got up all that early, but since she spent all the daylight hours working, she got as much work done as anyone who … Continue reading →

Kage Baker lived more inside her head than out of it. There was a lot more room in there than the one world her body inhabited. She started writing in the first place because she couldn’t find enough of the … Continue reading →

Kage Baker had a curious relationship with distractions. She hated being disturbed while she wrote (“Do you have to turn those pages so loudly?” was demanded of me more than once.), but would often go out of her way to … Continue reading →

Kage Baker had, where her writing was concerned, a will of iron. Nothing was allowed to interfere when she wanted to write; which, like breathing, was all the time. Chez Baker, in the Hollywood Hills,  had a cupola on the … Continue reading →

Kage Baker was an alto. She had a soft, low way of speaking and a wonderfully warm and smooth singing voice. Singing harmony with her – I am a soprano – was a physical joy, like being a pane of … Continue reading →

Kage Baker could write nearly anywhere. All she needed, in a pinch, were the right materials. She was picky about them, though. When she was a kid, it was black fountain pens and steno pads – those green ones with … Continue reading →

Kage Baker was an incredibly prolific writer. She wrote every day, nearly all day; when she wasn’t literally clicking out stories on the keyboard, she was researching them. Research involved tracking down reference material, sure – but for Kage it … Continue reading →

This is where I hope to chronicle my process of continuing the work of my late sister, Kage Baker. It was one of the last things she told me to do – use her notes, her plots, the thousands of … Continue reading →