Monthly Archives: November 2012

Kage Baker always said that she enjoyed Faire partly because it was where she recharged her batteries as a writer. Ideas. characters, plot, landscapes, insane problems and demented solutions – Faire handed them all to her on a plate. All … Continue reading →

Kage Baker was an old hand at Hell Week. That is the week before a show opens, the last 7 days to make sure every set is fastened together, every stage manager knows their schedule, all the concessions stands are … Continue reading →

Kage Baker got migraines. A lot. I get them too. Not a lot, only now and then. But I have one now. I am peering at the world through black and silver thorns – amazingly decorative, really – and feeling … Continue reading →

Kage Baker never gave up on me. No matter what I did, or (more likely) failed to do, she was a true and supportive companion. And with the amount of disaster and sheer asininity that has followed me around, that … Continue reading →

Kage Baker loved dawns. While she also loved sleeping in, she liked being up to see the dawn. Many mornings that meant getting up to watch the solar rebirth, then toddling back to bed for a couple of extra hours … Continue reading →

Kage Baker put her writing before nearly everything else in her life. Writing was what she did – eating, sleeping, traveling, collecting fancy paper holiday collections and heritage tulips, playing Monkey Island compulsively for days on end … all those … Continue reading →

Kage Baker loved to write. Not just to compose – the physical act of writing was an entertainment for her;  like Bilbo Baggins, she loved cryptography and cunning alphabets and codes. She loved calligraphy, and was in fact very good … Continue reading →

Kage Baker is saying clearly to me: Mental Health Day. The elections are over, but no one will shut up. I have a headache. The parrot, while cheerful as a little grig (whatever the hell that is; anyone know?) is … Continue reading →

Kage Baker was a dedicated voter. She studied the issues, she marked her ballot beforehand, and she didn’t miss an election from when she could first vote as an 18-year old. She never failed to vote. Not even when Mamma … Continue reading →

Kage Baker celebrated pretty much continuously for the last three months of the year. It was the season of lights and holidays, and she loved it. Halloween, All Saints’, Guy Fawkes, Thanksgiving – and then the long mania of Christmas … Continue reading →