Monthly Archives: February 2014

Kage Baker was deathly afraid of losing her stories. She was a bit of a packrat by nature, hating to let go of anything she had ever once loved. A great deal of her adult life 9and earnings) was spent replacing … Continue reading →

Kage Baker made some pretty elaborate plans for what I should do with my life after she died. Some of them I have only discovered well afterwards. Most of her motive, I am sure, was natural sisterly concern for me … Continue reading →

Kage Baker rather liked Valentine’s Day. As she was wont to say, “What’s not to like? Birds’ nests are a nice thing.” The reference there is to the old Northern European tradition that Valentine’s Day was the day the birds … Continue reading →

Kage Baker always enjoyed the Winter Olympics. Me, not so much. I tended to read and knit while she gasped at the ski jumpers and swooned over the beauty of the figure skaters. Her favourite events were men’s speed skating; … Continue reading →

Kage Baker loved spring in California. She was aware that it was popularly supposed not to exist. She knew all the jokes about the faux seasons of California. She regarded them as some of the many ignorances (which ought to … Continue reading →

Kage Baker loved spring in California. She was aware that it was popularly supposed not to exist. She knew all the jokes about the faux seasons of California. She regarded them as some of the many ignorances (which ought to … Continue reading →

Kage Baker’s standard response to any query regarding payments, royalties, e-books, audio books and contracts was always the same. “I’m an idiot, and I have no idea,” she would say, grinning. “That’s why I have an agent.” Her back up … Continue reading →