Monthly Archives: August 2013

Kage Baker was an avid fan of the Silly Season. That’s the idea that late summer brings all sorts of bizarre news stories to the fore – because editors are bored, because reporters are all on vacation, because by deep … Continue reading →

Kage Baker pretty much hated current events. She loved history – but until events were sufficiently aged to be history, she frankly didn’t care much. In fact, they depressed her. She thoroughly detested Current Events classes in school. We all … Continue reading →

Kage Baker loved weather like today. Especially this evening, wherein I am happily writing because it was too damned hot to actually turn my brain on during the day. It was hot, hot, hot today in Los Angeles; with the … Continue reading →

Kage Baker always said, if she could sit up – she could write. And that she used as the rule of her life, until the last year of it. Then she discovered that even if she couldn’t sit, writing was … Continue reading →

Kage Baker was always thrilled when she got advertising notices of her books. You know – flyers on new science fiction from the local indie bookstore. Or those “Just Like” and “Recommended for You” emails from amazon.com. From time to … Continue reading →

Kage Baker used to hate being asked that classically disingenuous question: Where do you get your ideas? Especially when the questioner would then stand there, eyes at stretch for wonder and mouth open  like a baby bird, obviously sure that … Continue reading →

Kage Baker was, as all her friends and fans know, an avid collector of strange “found objects”. The tendency of classical art and music, legendary writings, extinct animals and hitherto unsuspected entries into common genera to suddenly pop back into the … Continue reading →

Kage Baker loved the late, much-lamented British musician Nick Drake. She had all his albums, and his voice was part of the sound track of her last year. Drake tragically killed himself in 1974, at age 26. He was arguably … Continue reading →

Kage Baker, as I have observed before, rarely suffered writer’s block. When she did, it rarely lasted long; its duration could be measured in hours. Sometimes in minutes. Her primary cure was a session of gardening. Half an hour pulling … Continue reading →

Kage Baker was much given to repeated dreams. There were specific dreams she dreamed repeatedly – those usually went on until she assigned meaning to them, and satisfied whatever subconscious rash was breaking out in  her mind. One of those … Continue reading →