A Brief Synopsis of Reasons Not To Blog

Kage Baker (no, she’s not the reason – but I always start with that).

It’s 88 degrees and has been since 10:30 AM.

It never got below 70 last night, and I never got to sleep at all.

The cat ate my flan.

I just discovered I have my underwear on inside out.

I am filled with seething discontent and an inability to concentrate on anything.

The cat drank my coffee.

I spent the wakeful night working out story details – which I can’t remember now, and have been futilely trying to work out on paper all day.

There’s a humungous spider on the wall. It’s staring at me.

I need a theremin and an industrial-grade ruby, and I don’t have a theremin, and I can’t afford a kit until the tax return gets here.

Harry insists on singing in his “monster” voice, which is loud, raucous and distracting.

I miss Kage especially acutely today.  I miss her with chest-aching, breath-catching, genuine pain. Sometimes it gets worse than others. Today is pretty bad.

It’s too hot to sleep. I’m too tired to sleep. And if I sleep now, I’ll be awake all night again tonight.

I have to go to the store.

I give up – I’m gonna go buy ice cream, and sit up on the couch and eat it, and watch Harry Potter movies.

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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12 Responses to A Brief Synopsis of Reasons Not To Blog

  1. There are days when ice cream is the answer. I had fresh strawberry today with chunks of the berry in it. Not as good as Laguna Beach was last Saturday but I take small joys when I can get them. Sorry the cat ate your Flan. I’m sure the Corgi never would have.

  2. widdershins says:

    What a list!
    Well, the cat has the caffeine and the sugar… the cat can write the next post!

  3. Rachel says:

    That is precisely what I am doing today, now that the lawn is mowed and the roses are pruned. With the windows open wide and the breeze blowing, it’s delightful.

  4. Kate says:

    Deidre – I saw the picture of your ice cream; it looked wonderful! And though I did lose some flan to the cat, it would have been worse had the Corgi not been too short to reach the top of the desk. He is helpless in the face of temptation by dairy products.

    Rachel – oh my yes, fresh mown lawn and the first roses: paradisial. The heat brings out the scent of the camphor trees here, too, and they smell positively ecclesiastic. And people are lighting up barbecues all over the neighborhood.

    Widdershins – the cat reacts anomalously to caffeine and sugar. All her bones transmute and she becomes made entirely of black velvet. Warm, clinging, insanely affectionate velvet … then she falls asleep and snores.

  5. Elizabeth Machado says:

    I am thinking of vegetable seeds. But the couch is calling my name… a Harry Potter marathon sounds like a fabulous idea.

  6. Kate says:

    We just got Deathly Hallows! So the corn and lettuces are gonna have to wait until tomorrow to get planted.

  7. elaine says:

    Sorry that you’re missing Kage – you are keeping her energy going, so hope you can tap in and energize from that. Lots of love to you. Maybe you should get that cat and give her a good gentle stroking, she owes you one of her stories – if she will tell…

  8. Valerie says:

    I was redding up the chicken pen today, digging it out from the debris left by the winter storms and spring floods. I let the chickens out while I dug, and tied the puppy up, ’cause he wanted to play chase-the-chickie.

    So I dug, and the puppy whimpered. And whimpered. And sometimes moaned, and occasionally howled a little. Then he’d flop down, stare at me pitifully, and resume whimpering. All afternoon…

    I’m a bad person. A bad, bad person. I make the puppy cry. Bad, bad, bad. Guess there’s nothing to do but devil some eggs and watch Pirates of Penzance!

    • Kate says:

      Valerie – there are few things that can’t improved by a little Gilbert and Sullivan.

      • Kate says:

        Elaine – the cat has only cream and sugar stories: in her world, everyone is friends and lives on moonbeam and catnip. She’s made friends with the local squirrel, for heaven’s sake! My parrot Harry walks across her from time to time just to feel velvet under his toes – and all she does is purr. The sweetest cat ever, but not much of a storyteller, I fear. Though she does like to sit on my keyboard and watched the cursor race back and forth on the monitor screen …

  9. James says:

    *joins Kate in ice-cream heaven*

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