Monthly Archives: September 2013

Kage Baker loved late summer. Especially as a child. Her summer routines were all well set by midsummer, and she could drift through the hot days and warm nights with absolutely no thought of boundaries in her mind. Even as an … Continue reading →

Kage Baker was a devotee of the whirlwind. She loved catching sight of dust devils, especially when we passed one on I-5: both of us at speed and usually at a tangent. Sometimes we’ d drive through one several times … Continue reading →

Kage Baker had a most admirable and exemplary work ethic. When she had to accomplish something, she just worked at it steadily until it was done. It often required working through meal times, breaks, sleeping … anything else at all. … Continue reading →

Kage Baker’s favourite part of being a writer was the actual writing. She enjoyed the physical process – blank paper and a new pen always inspired her, and she had a vast collection of notebooks bought, filled and stored away. … Continue reading →

Kage Baker really enjoyed nothing as much as writing. She found it to be a constant pleasure, a sure-fire, never-disappointing delight. It was her refuge when the world around her grew too weary, too noisy, too hard to handle. Of … Continue reading →

Kage Baker collected many weird occurrences just for sheer amusement’s sake. Sometimes a story would arise from one, or at least a scene. One strange event – a lost riverboat dug up out of a cornfield beside the Missouri – … Continue reading →

Kage Baker didn’t like to commemorate death dates. Birthdays, anniversaries, the peak day of some notable person’s accomplishment: yes indeed, observed with pomp and circumstance and some appropriate cocktail. But not death dates. Not for friends, not for family, not … Continue reading →

Kage Baker simply adored sightseeing. She was a born tourist: always drawn irresistibly to new horizons; and being a sharp-eyed observer she saw the details, and they all enthralled her. That was the charm of driving places, for her. Mind … Continue reading →

Kage Baker loved Northern California. We travelled there for years, working Renaissance Faires and doing research for Kage’s writing. We snatched days and weekends to explore fascinating unexplained names on old maps; we went hunting movie sites, trying to match … Continue reading →

Kage Baker was not keen on wild animals. She wasn’t keen on domestic ones, either, but Fate arranged it such that she was more constantly exposed to feral beasties. Either way, she didn’t have that World of Disney fondness for … Continue reading →