Sunday Night, Too Tired To Write

Kage Baker took it as her responsibility to keep me awake on the road on Sunday nights coming home from Fairs. She told me stories – she played spotter for High Weirdness on the road – she made custom music mixes designed to keep me singing. She used to include the occasional unexpected selection on extreme volume just to startle me awake when needed.

Without her – well, my nephew has been a great help. But he had to tend to some school work this weekend, and so I was flying solo. And Sunday nights, after a weekend of Fair, are always harder.

Tonight I lacked any copilot at all, as I traveled to and from Dickens Dress Rehearsal alone. I had various of Kage’s music mixes, though, which helped a lot. And the full moon rising above the eastern mountains in the San Joaquin Valley was magnificent. The Rabbit in Moon was as clear as daylight, leaping up the side … what, you don’t see a Rabbit in the moon? I always do. He was an especially frisky Rabbit tonight, too.

Sometimes the music made me cry, without Kage to harmonize. But I could hear her voice in my mind, and the tears are beginning to be a slight relief instead of unrelenting acid. Time is passing. I am getting – maybe not better, not yet, but more used to being alone. And it was a lovely night …

But I am worn right out now. Made it home, have managed to distribute the luggage so I could find my jammies and access my bed, have checked my correspondence and hit my mark at least slightly on this blog. Time for bed.

Tomorrow: Final Countdown to Dickens!

About Kate

I am Kage Baker's sister. Kage was/is a well-known science fiction writer, who died on January 31, 2010. She told me to keep her work going - I'm doing that. This blog will document the process.
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3 Responses to Sunday Night, Too Tired To Write

  1. Mark says:

    I salute you in having the stamina to actually make it all the way…and then blog.

    While I have rarely had the luxury of a co-pilot in doing the N-S commute, I usually flake out in a rest area somewhere between Avenal & Lebec for a catnap of 2-4 hours. If I absolutely *have* to make it back to the LA basin before sunrise in one fell swoop, it has usually involved caffeine…and tuning the radio to some Central Valley “Christian” radio station for a “shout back at the idiocy” rage.

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    • Kate says:

      The drive itself is not too hard – and even a little easier these days when I am not herding cats (i.e., half a dozen other actors) nor leaving San Francisco in a half-tipsy condition (Ah, the things that make sense in our 20’s). It’s revving up the discipline to sit and blog, even if it’s just 2 or 3 hundred words that amount to “I’m too tired to write but too verbose to say in one sentence”.

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  2. jimmy says:

    makes me want to drink alchoholic beverages

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