Monthly Archives: May 2012

Kage Baker was thoroughly, blessedly diurnal. Given her druthers, she’d happily sleep in a bit in the mornings – but at need, she was up at dawn and as active as a lit sky rocket. Come sunset she began to … Continue reading →

Kage Baker was a very private person. But she grew to really enjoy science fiction conventions. She anticipated hating them, before she had ever been to one – then she attended her first as a writer and discovered how much … Continue reading →

Kage Baker was possessed of an iron will in getting tasks done. She was a prolific writer, and almost never neglected to at least try to meet a deadline. The times she screwed up were mostly because she had the … Continue reading →

Kage Baker, as I have mentioned, resisted taking pain killers because they filled her brain with fuzz. That was her description, by the way – she said they made her brain feel like the lint trap in the dryer. As … Continue reading →

Kage Baker didn’t like taking drugs. She felt it blurred her edge; and unless blurring her edge was what she wanted to be doing – as sometimes it was – she didn’t want to take anything that just incidentally melted … Continue reading →

Kage Baker was not a repetitive-motion sort of person. Considering it, I’m a little surprised to realize it – but she just didn’t indulge. Not a thumb-twiddler, nor a desk-drummer, nor a rock-back-and-forther, was Kage. She did tend to tie … Continue reading →

Kage Baker – on those rare occasions when she found herself with no plots or ideas burning in her brain – would lie back in her wingback armchair and moan, “Tell me stuff. Give me ideas. Inspire me …” “How … Continue reading →

Kage Baker, though a faithful daughter of Los Angeles, grew weary of her hometown in her 30’s. I was thinking of that as I drove from Griffith Park to the Westside this morning, through the panoply of Los Angeles in … Continue reading →

Kage Baker was well-acquainted with the eccentricities of my kidney during our teen-aged years. She did a lot of writing and sketching with her notebooks propped up on me, where I lay on my back on the cafeteria table. She carried  … Continue reading →

Kage Baker spent a lot of her high school time in hiding. As we went to a Catholic girls’ school – good old Immaculate Heart High School, just below Ferndale in Griffith Park – the whole place was pretty much … Continue reading →