Monthly Archives: January 2019

Kage Baker thought the description of the Squeers family, in Charles Dickens’ Nicholas Nickelby, was about the funniest family ever committed to paper. They are a sort of ghastly, but affectionate, ogre family who run an appalling boys’ school wherein … Continue reading →

Kage Baker rests in the Garden of Sleep, Drake is in his hammock and a thousand miles away, and I have some sort of gastritis. We are taking the weekend off. See you all tomorrow.    

Kage Baker enjoyed her modern technology, and depended heavily on it for her work and her play. Being Kage, however, she also expected it to betray her, eventually. She didn’t really trust technology, at least of the sort that did not … Continue reading →

Kage Baker was a proud working woman. She honored Athena Ergane, which was Athena in her aspect of the patroness of workers and artisans. Kage dedicated one of her books to Athena Ergane, though right at the moment, I shamefully cannot … Continue reading →

Kage Baker would have shaken her head at me sadly. “Screwed that up, didn’t you? Where’d your mind go?” Last night, Dear Readers, I completely forgot to write a blog post. The thought never entered my mind, until Kimberly asked me … Continue reading →

Kage Baker would have been wrapped up in lap robes tonight. She’d have had her slippers on over 2 pairs of socks, and been cuddling Harry and a cup of hot chocolate, with her feet up in front of the … Continue reading →

Kage Baker liked quiet weekends, post New Year. She preferred to spend those winter weekends, after the mad whirl of holidays, in a state approximating coma. If she felt well, it was in a happy coma with sweets and lap … Continue reading →

Kage Baker was madly prolific. The main reason was, her brain was continuously on the boil. She had ideas the way most people have itches – constantly, often inconveniently, frequently in embarrassing places. I remember her getting totally carried away … Continue reading →

Kage Baker didn’t like change. As a child, she simply wouldn’t acknowledge it. It happened, of course, in denominations as small as her outgrowing favourite shoes to having a new class in school every year. As far as possible, Kage … Continue reading →

Kage Baker felt that the first few days of any new year were a huge let down. All the wonderful madness of Christmas built up over weeks and weeks; the tide carried one right up to New Year’s Day and over … Continue reading →