Monthly Archives: June 2019

Who Really Likes Mondays? I Mean, Really?

Kage Baker loathed Mondays. Of course she did. Most people do, at least some of the time. A lot of it, once we began to expand our vices beyond the candy store and the cookie jar, is suffering the after-effects … Continue reading

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Father’s Day

Kage Baker adored her father. He deserved it, too – George Baker was an extraordinary man. I was privileged to know him for most of my life, even though he did tell me once that eating black licorice would surely … Continue reading

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Summer of The Spiders: The Return

Kage Baker tried hard to write through any problem she ever had. She succeeded an amazing amount of the time. Her focus was inhuman, essentially becoming tunnel vision and elective deafness. Stephen King, in one of his excellent essays on … Continue reading

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Found My Writing Hat

Kage Baker was a firm proponent of setting her writing area up properly. That included drinks she liked (Coca Cola)  in a ritually correct vessel (red glass), with assorted writing fetishes (Mr. Crabs, beach glass, several small lighthouses …) scattered … Continue reading

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I’ve Caught A Fever

Kage Baker burned with a constant high fever. She was like the Ghost of Christmas Past: capped with a flickering flame, like a torch. You couldn’t literally see it – but if you spent some time with her, that flame … Continue reading

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Bookmark!

Kage Baker used to go on mad, deep, writing jags. Those were the times she seldom spoke, unless to request a Coke or ask me what I though about a new passage. She was in the zone, her zone anyway, … Continue reading

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What I Did Today, Instead

Kage Baker was clearly looking over my shoulder today. She was at least standing behind me, poking me in said shoulder – she always poked hard, too – and telling me to get to work. It wasn’t my intention to … Continue reading

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Happy Birthday

Kage Baker’s birthday is today. She would have been 67 years old – eye to eye with 70, and probably complaining about it. I can’t quite imagine what she would look like at this age. The ways I have changed … Continue reading

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Vivat Aeternum, Dennis: II

Kage Baker, when once asked what she had actually done at the Renaissance Faire, replied: “I learned to cheat out, make eye contact, and be as loud as I could be, from an ex-Mouseketeer standing on a hay bale drinking … Continue reading

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It’s Been That Kind of Day

Kage Baker. There, I’ve said it. Kage’s name is the lady leaning into the wind on the Edsel of my life, the figurehead on the vehicle of this blog. And that vehicle is stalled tonight. Dinner got cold while the … Continue reading

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