Kage Baker: my unifying theme. She’ll stay that way, too, I think. It gives me a starting point for each day’s entry – and believe me, a writer needs a goad even more than a goal.
But this month is the home stretch to Hell. More and more posts will deal with the process of mortal transformation. They won’t be very clever, nor very amusing. I need to do this, though, to close off this worst year of my life properly.
However, Dear Readers, you might want to skip this until Imbolc. Or Candlemas. Or Lady’s Day. Or Groundhog Day, or whatever the heck you celebrate on February 2nd.
After all (Spoiler Alert!) Kage dies at the end.
The Buddha tells us that we achieve imortality through the deeds we do and the lives we touch….like the ripples moving out from a stone dropped in still water. The stone vanishes from site but the ripples never do. In that sense your public working through of the loss of Kage helps us all and adds energy to her — and your — prodigious ripples.
Often times when I read tragic stories – both fiction and non-fiction – despite the fact that my rational, logical mind knows what’s going to happen, a small, irrational, hope-eternal corner of my brain sobs out that maybe _this_ time Juliet / Anne Frank / Cassandra / Anne Boleyn / Beth March / Emily Bronte won’t die!
I – and many others I bet – will be reading, offering our support, even if its just the ethereal emotional support being sent out mentally into the universe – as you make your way to that day.
If you can write it, Kathleen, I can read it. Many of us need to follow you through to the end of this year.
Ah, but Neassa – YOU already did. Thank you.
Kathleen,
Stay the course! I’m staying “here” too and wouldn’t miss a word of it, God love ya.
Peace,
Mike Bennett / Zimiamvian Night
We’ll be right here.