Monthly Archives: January 2011

Kage Baker, unlike many science fiction writers, was not herself a science person. Unless you count some of the “softer” sciences (dismissively so-named by physicists) like sociology and cultural anthropology – those she was intensely interested in, and read in … Continue reading →

Kage Baker liked wind storms. We got doozies when we lived in Pismo Beach. That fabled town is a ribbon on the edge of the continent – a mile wide and 7 miles long, unless they’ve annexed some more empty … Continue reading →

Kage Baker hated attention. I know, that sounds illogical and unlikely: she was a performer and a writer, and serious about both of those arts. But she didn’t really want people to focus on her. Only on what she did. … Continue reading →

Kage Baker really fought during that last bout of therapy. She didn’t even do it for herself. She did it for Anne and her girls, for her readers, for the dozen ideas she still had in her head. She did … Continue reading →

Kage Baker put Martin Luther King Jr. on the list of Great Good Mortals. Mendoza learns it in her baby cyborg training – it is one of the foundation stones in her perception of what is right and moral. It’s … Continue reading →

Kage Baker felt that attendance in the “real” world – the world put together by majority societal consensus – was pretty much optional. She was not alone in this outlook; many classical philosophers have felt similarly. Some abjured their followers … Continue reading →

Kage Baker loved the halcyon days. I don’t mean peaceful, warm weather – I mean the classical halcyon days, of Greek legend. Traditionally, these are a fortnight or so of calm seas and warmth around the time of the Winter … Continue reading →

Kage Baker slept. Not a very world-shaking statement, that, unless you are one of those people who do not sleep. But she did. At the end of every day, she sought her bed – carefully put together to give the … Continue reading →

Kage Baker almost always had a cold this time of year. She caught colds like other people … well, do something both easy and unpleasant. Falling off a log. Something like that. One year, she was especially hooked on Bartles … Continue reading →

Kage Baker believed firmly in her dreams. She had good reason – they often came true. Of course, a large part of that was that she forced them to come true. She pursued them, fed them, researched them, and did … Continue reading →