Monthly Archives: September 2012

Kage Baker habitually ran North when things were difficult. Not tangible things, things she could work on and solve; not the sorts of things that would yield to A Plan. She ran from the foggy things, that cheat and won’t … Continue reading →

Kage Baker loved autumn. So do I. And if it ever gets here, I will be a lot happier and more active. But in the meantime … the heat came back, the humidity has risen to 35%, and I am … Continue reading →

Kage Baker told me many times – usually while coaxing me to drive off in to the North on some fascinating new road – that sometimes you have to put off writing in order to live something amazing. Thus you … Continue reading →

Kage Baker was a devoted researcher. Obsessive is not too strong a word to use when describing her devotion to topics that interested her. Some of these topics were short-term, the sources and results of research for stories. When Kage … Continue reading →

Kage Baker was fascinated by the Neanderthals. Her initial introduction to them was via cartoons and comics. Walt Kelly dealt with “cave men” in several strips and books (notably Prehysterical Pogo), which featured lots of grunting, head scratching brutes with … Continue reading →

Kage Baker had a natural talent for close-in focus. She called it “having fun with your OCD”. She could (and did) turn the little wheels of her inner vision to a tight beam of attention on one problem or detail … Continue reading →

Kage Baker was quite frightened of hurricanes and tornadoes. The annual weather reports from the Midwest and the East quite unnerved her, especially since they got better and more detailed all through her life. When we travelled one summer week … Continue reading →

Kage Baker, for all her love of heat, would have been hiding from our weather now. This is the sort of weather where errands were run at dawn and after sunset; we spent the day en deshabille in front of … Continue reading →

Kage Baker loathed entropy. And she fought it remorselessly. Yeats’ dire and despairing poem, The Second Coming, was the epitome of everything Kage would not accept, and fought all her life. The idea that everything eventually winds down was personally … Continue reading →

Kage Baker would have characterized my last week as a cluster f***. Complete with asterisks. She was one of those rare people who can actually pronounce asterisks. I think it had something to do with her descent from real Southern … Continue reading →