Author Archives: Kate

And much as Wine has played the Infidel And robbed me of my robe of Honour, well … I often wonder what the vintners buy One half so precious as the stuff they sell Kage Baker was an avid reader. … Continue reading →

Kage Baker had a  vast superstitious respect for the Aristotelian unities. Those are the classic precepts of how to tell a story, derived from The Poetics of Aristotle (whose did you expect?). These are the unities of action, place and … Continue reading →

Kage Baker was honest to a fault. In fact, she is the illustration for that phrase – “to a fault” – in my mind; I didn’t understand it at all until I realized that Kage would tell the truth no … Continue reading →

Kage Baker, like all writers, occasionally suffered from writer’s block. It’s a curious and agonizing disease. You don’t just revert to the non-writer’s frame of mind, oh no – you want to write, you need to write, and you simply … Continue reading →

Kage Baker was a fan of steampunk before it even had a name. She was fascinated by clockwork.  Brass  brightwork and beveled glass delighted her eyes. She liked machines that clicked and struck gongs, rather than purred. She loved complex … Continue reading →

Kage Baker was left-handed. Not aggressively so – ordinary scissors didn’t disable her. She never wanted any of those cunning isomer-tools made for the sinister to use. We had left-handed refrigerators from time to time (due to the shape of … Continue reading →

Kage Baker left me boxes and envelopes and Peechee folders and plastic bags and old purses full of writing. Manuscripts, some of them; others are single pages and torn scraps of same, tucked into books all over the house. I … Continue reading →