Kage Baker wrote through damned near everything. But even she could not always make that writing be useful to anyone else right away.

When she knew she didn’t have the time, the strength, the patience or the simple physical chance to make her ideas coherent to the world, she just hunkered down and wrote for herself. Later on she would clean it up, add punctuation and verbs and stuff like that.

We are primarily sitting vigil with Ray right now. He is exasperated and so, so tired: but he’s stronger than he thought he was, and  it’s taking its sweet time. Life ends on its own schedule; for everyone like Kage, who holds a party and then comfortably dies when the party is over – there is someone who is left waiting for their ride home to get there.  I don’t think Ray is going to tip …

We’re trying to keep him comfortable as the time ticks down, and keep one another sane. I tend to be mostly awake at night, so I am not doing much creative during the day. Sorry, Dear Readers.

More as it happens.