Author Archives: Kate

Kage Baker was a great gardener. She could grow almost anything except zinnias. Don’t know why those would not grow – zinnias are tough, usually – but she could not get them to thrive, anywhere we ever lived. Which was … Continue reading →

Kage Baker won several awards the year she died. Some of them were undoubtedly subtly influenced by the fact that she was dead – as an historian and an artist, Kage was quite aware that dying always boosts an artist’s … Continue reading →

Kage Baker was a natural analyst. She subjected the world to some kind of personal cladistics in her head, and re-assigned its parts into new and more detailed relationships. She was a human prism, breaking white light into its components. … Continue reading →

Kage Baker … where do I go from here today? I honestly don’t know. I need to write, because I must finish Who We Did On Our Summer Holidays and send it to Kage’s agent by the end of Monday … Continue reading →

Kage Baker was largely indifferent to the traditional attitudes regarding the days of the work week. She did have that Melendys-Saturday thing, but that was about it. The whole TGIF, Black Monday, Hump Day cycle pretty much missed her. Sometimes … Continue reading →

Kage Baker: this time last year, she had 8 days to live. Luckily, we had no idea it would be so soon, so fast. We had come home from the seaside motel, where we had stayed until therapy was pronounced … Continue reading →

Kage Baker said that one never outgrew the childhood conditioning of Saturday!!! It’s the free day, the day with no obligations, the day we are most likely to resent having to do anything goal-oriented. No, she would say, don’t tell … Continue reading →

Kage Baker, unlike many science fiction writers, was not herself a science person. Unless you count some of the “softer” sciences (dismissively so-named by physicists) like sociology and cultural anthropology – those she was intensely interested in, and read in … Continue reading →

Kage Baker liked wind storms. We got doozies when we lived in Pismo Beach. That fabled town is a ribbon on the edge of the continent – a mile wide and 7 miles long, unless they’ve annexed some more empty … Continue reading →

Kage Baker hated attention. I know, that sounds illogical and unlikely: she was a performer and a writer, and serious about both of those arts. But she didn’t really want people to focus on her. Only on what she did. … Continue reading →