Late, Isn’t It?

Kage Baker tried very hard her whole life not to let necessity dictate anything she did. She didn’t approve of “real” life getting in the way of actually living, and so she dodged it as much as possible. She wasn’t much of a compromiser.

Mind you, she spent most of her time writing, so it made a certain amount of sense that she didn’t enjoy answering the phone, or the door, or the mail. She avoided small talk as much as she could, even at publisher’s parties; which earned her a reputation as a modest lady and a good listener. That reputation was enhanced by the fact that she had a low voice, and was often just not heard when she did speak – but it never does a person any harm to avoid all those situations where you say something astonishing and weird into a sudden silence. If you paid attention, you discovered she had a keen and deadly wit. Some people learned to sit near her at parties and conventions, so as not to miss the  sotto voce commentary.

She once spent an entire book release party sitting near the piano and apparently consuming unnatural amounts of Peanut M & M’s. She was actually feeding them to the young man who had sneaked into the party and was hiding under the piano scarf. Kage had a lovely evening trading barbs with him and slipping him snacks. And when it was obvious she had picked a spot and was not moving, people came to her to talk. It might have been the only cocktail party she ever really enjoyed.

I am not so lucky nor so adamant (it is entirely possible no one still on life is so adamant as Kage was). Today, I have been beset by an unending stream of tasks that just would not end. Consequently, here it is past 8 – and the parrot is not yet put to bed and is reaching the tired-toddler overload stage: he’s making velociraptor noises and throwing seeds at the Corgi. The slow cooker pot roast is, well, still slowly cooking and will be lovely – tomorrow. I keep saving documents to the wrong drive and then having to find them again and move them. I am hours behind on helping people with their homework. I haven’t even managed to drink all the coffee in my morning carafe!

FYI, Dear Readers, I have several categories of blog entries. It’s for internal filing, so I can find specific entries if I ever need to. One of them is labeled “excuses”. That’s where this very late, very brief, very desperate blog is going to be filed. The excuse is that I can’t bend reality like Kage did.

You’d think I would know that by now …

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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2 Responses to Late, Isn’t It?

  1. Valerie says:

    Hey, wait – how did the guy get under the piano? And out from it? And why on earth would anybody want to attend a party while hidden under a piano?

    • Kate says:

      Valerie – it was a publisher-hosted party at a Convention. Invitations were issued. This young man was not invited but thought it would be interesting to attend. He simply walked and sat down under the piano. When he wanted to leave, he simply stood up and walked out. He probably didn’t need to stay under the piano to crash the party – but it was amusing. And by behaving as if it was all normal, he never looked suspicious. Reality is what you make it …

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