Monthly Archives: July 2012

Lammas Eve At Night

Kage Baker always celebrated this evening. Lammas Eve at night – July 31st, which this is – is the historical birthday of Juliette Capulet. Her nurse fondly remembers it in the beginning of the play. It was also the birthday … Continue reading

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I Still Live!

Kge Baker was fond of that iconic saying of the immortal John Carter of Mars (which is, strange to say, never used in the recent movie). It’s appropriate whether you are thanking God or giving the finger to the malicious … Continue reading

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Nine Hundred Down

Kage Baker, several hundred more signing sheets finished, periodic distraction from the Olympics, plums, hunting for mint at the grocery store and being told it’s “seasonal produce” (in what dimension?), back and forthing with the agent over a new anthology … Continue reading

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July 27, 2012

Kage Baker:  grinning in my memory today, busy as I was with a bag of plums, two fancy pens and 9,000 signature sheets still to complete. A morning spent signing things, and singing to English, Scots and Irish folk music … Continue reading

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Coloured Inks and Duty

Kage Baker habitually just shut down all outside activities when she was faced with signature sheets. Signature sheets are nicely printed pages with a space for the author’s name. They are signed in an unbound condition, and then bound into … Continue reading

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Finishing Touches

Kage Baker did, occasionally, get bored. How, I never could figure out. Most of the time she had a dozen projects going on at once, and was loudly pressed for time. She always claimed there were not enough hours in … Continue reading

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Worn Out And Late

Kage Baker understood very well what it was like to spend the day in physical labour. She knew what it was like to retire at the end of the available daylight, hoping vaguely that someone else would cook and find … Continue reading

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