Monthly Archives: March 2011

Kage Baker always harboured a poorly controlled desire to direct. She re-shot movies in her head (usually while watching them) and constantly framed shots in as we drove through the many landscapes of California. She originally started writing because Momma … Continue reading →

Kage Baker frequently observed (nay, complained) that nothing ate up time like a car problem. Non-functioning cars create fugues around themselves, and one’s entire day can be sucked down and consumed like  interstellar debris over the edge of a black … Continue reading →

Kage Baker was a very capable walker in her youth. There were a lot of us and usually only one car (which she never learned to drive anyway), and so she was accustomed to long walks in and out of … Continue reading →

Kage Baker admired culinary art. She loved painted cakes, stained glass sugar, staring fish carved from carrots, and edible gold leaf, and pumpkin-orange ravioli dyed black with squid ink. Grapes and pearls made alike from marzipan. Radish roses, even. Colour … Continue reading →

Kage Baker loved the work of Diana Wynne Jones. Kage never lost her affection for children’s books, not her whole life long – she read Ms. Jones’ books avidly as an adult, because that was when a lot of them … Continue reading →

Kage Baker loved grey spring days like this one has been. Though it’s  only technically spring, for all that the plants are verifying it enthusiastically – the earth is still as cold as stone. Clouds have roofed the sky with … Continue reading →

Kage Baker attributed her writing success to incredible good taste in selecting friends. Without the wonderful people she knew, she always said, none of her stories would have gotten past the “Stuff I write in legal pads for home consumption” … Continue reading →