Monthly Archives: February 2013

Kage Baker was a devoted people-watcher. She was shy and easily frightened by aggressive people, and so part of her habit was a deliberate distancing to keep herself safe. But she was also an avid observer of human nature – … Continue reading →

Kage Baker loved road trips. She made lots with me that really had no bearing on her likes, interests, or current work load – but from time to time I would need to drive out somewhere for my own stuff, … Continue reading →

Kage Baker loved the works of Sir Terry Pratchett. She read them all, at least up to the point where she died. One of the things she regretted was missing out on whatever he had coming out in the future. … Continue reading →

Kage Baker always said one should never give up. If one falls, or fails – well, so what? Get up and start again. I don’t think she ever gave up on something she really wanted, or knew she had to … Continue reading →

Kage Baker didn’t have depression. Oh, she could get depressed – everyone can; everyone does. But she didn’t experience depression as a clinical pathology. I do. It has made parts of my life extremely weird. Depression, as is well known … Continue reading →

Kage Baker always acknowledged the ritual divisions of the year. She was, in her intensely personal way, a very pious lady. Mind you, for these observations she used the old European calendar, as filtered through the Celtic holidays still retained … Continue reading →

Kage Baker hated reading her reviews.  She knew that if they were good, she’d get euphoric, but it would be temporary; an emotional sugar rush. And if they were bad, she’d be totally, dreadfully, suicidally depressed. She just couldn’t establish … Continue reading →