Author Archives: Kate

Kage Baker would have loved the weather lately – here in California, anyway. We’ve gotten the edge of a storm from New Zealand, a great river of tropical air that has passed over white sand and blue water to get … Continue reading →

Kage Baker didn’t think things ought to end. She appreciated the rhythm of cycles, that  life-death-rebirth thing, the spring to winter path. What she didn’t like was endings. It was one of the reasons she invented Dr. Zeus and the … Continue reading →

Kage Baker would still be glowering at the new month today- it’s only 3 days old, it hasn’t mellowed into fall yet. She’d still be howling with despair at the crepe myrtles, gaudy exhibitionists advertising the end of summer. There … Continue reading →

Kage Baker wasn’t fond of the month of September. At least, not the beginning of it; the beginning of September is the end of summer – practically, if not by the calendar – and she hated that. The advent of … Continue reading →

Kage Baker had a special, personalized ritual for every season, every holiday. And most months. September required a drive North. We took provisions of the last plums, the first cider,  Empire and Burgundy apples, local cheese and sourdough bread. We … Continue reading →

Kage Baker is dancing somewhere in the Uttermost West. She is swigging rum from her battered old pewter cup with the  seahorse handle – though I’m sure it’s got a girlie red parasol sticking out of it. But it’ll have … Continue reading →

Kage Baker was better than most people at finishing projects. She was fiercely determined, and she usually had a project plotted out in its entirety before she began it; often with flowcharts, models and a detailed precis to consult. It’s … Continue reading →

Kage Baker was not really very fond of nonsense. She enjoyed all manner of japery and wit, and could – as she said, quoting the Bard – “gleek upon occasion” herself. She loved weirdnesses and oddities. She just didn’t care … Continue reading →

Kage Baker was a person of ferociously held convictions. Nor did she change her mind easily or readily. In fact, the best way to force her into a relentless entrenchment was to try to change her mind. The mere fact … Continue reading →

Kage Baker was a salamander. She was djinn, conjured from smokeless fire on the conjoined edges of sand dunes and a hot sea, where the exhalation of the desert and the wind from southern isles mingled like lovers’ breath. She … Continue reading →