Monthly Archives: January 2014

Kage Baker didn’t really care for winter weather – at least, not if there was any chance she would have to be personally out in it. For her, winter was best as a spectator sport. She was designed to live … Continue reading →

Kage Baker will have been dead 4 years as of 1:15 tomorrow morning, a time and date yet to come. Just barely, but at this moment it is still a nebulous unknown; a figment of horological patterning that doesn’t quite … Continue reading →

Kage Baker was very good about keeping records of her writing. That is, she kept every version of every story she wrote. She saved portable copies to her Buke and on thumb drives, to be carried along when we travelled, … Continue reading →

Kage Baker really needed her sleep. She was one of those people who actually require 8 hours per night, and wilt like a dandelion if shorted. Kage and Kimberly were and are, respectively, prone to go into a coma before … Continue reading →

Kage Baker loved techno toys. Which was to say, elegant machines or advanced electronics; things that were cunningly made and worked as if by magic. She was absolutely enthralled by shiny mechanicals that did something silent and complicated, with the … Continue reading →

Kge Baker loved Saturdays. Even after she left school, even after she left work – Saturdays were holidays. It was a state of mind, I think. That, and the fact that Kage loved the Melendy books, and so was attuned … Continue reading →

Kage Baker didn’t like to give writing advice. She enjoyed teaching, especially lecturing to large classes; there is an element of distance to a lecture class, which eased her native discomfort in close social contact. She enjoyed  conversations, too, but … Continue reading →

Kage Baker was fascinated with the idea of cyborgs – as you all know well, Dear Readers. The idea of cyborgs is central to her Dr. Zeus/Company series of time travel stories – she needed operatives who could survive time travel, … Continue reading →

Kage Baker held obsession as an old friend. She was much given to it – as a tool, as an escape, as a recreation. As an outre form of personal discipline.  It was always her approach to any project. She … Continue reading →

Kage Baker did not trust machinery – at least, none with moving parts. She wanted to trust them. Kage liked personal relationships with her tools. It was just hard for her to trust anything more complex than a draw knife, … Continue reading →