Author Archives: Kate

Kage Baker treasured the periods in her life when things would be … quiet. She liked the subdued times, when she could plan a daily routine and actually stick to it. Rise mid-morning to hand-ground coffee and a bowl of … Continue reading →

Kage Baker closely monitored how her works were received. A writer should do this, of course, to some extent – not so much that they get paranoid, but enough to be aware of what their readers want to see. It … Continue reading →

Kage Baker credited a good part of her inspiration and writing career to a lady named Phyllis Patterson. Phyllis herself demurred, assuring Kage that all she, Phyllis, had done was create an opportunity for Kage to find out what was … Continue reading →

Kage Baker never liked to admit to any physical problem.  I’m still not sure if she thought it was an admission of weakness, or just terribly gauche. She was a firm believer in the old adage: Don’t tell your friends … Continue reading →

Kage Baker loved heat. The dry heat of California was exactly the environment she liked the most – the air like heated silk, the scents of millions of naturalized tropical flowers mingling with the shipyard-smell of hot asphalt. When the … Continue reading →