Author Archives: Kate

Kage Baker was entertained by the proliferation of e-culture. Not so much the etiquette of how to use electronics – though that has been proliferating as well. There are acceptable, mainstream and also rogue and outlaw ways to use one’s … Continue reading →

Kage Baker was a great admirer of labor-saving devices. They were a fervent goal of domestic society when we were growing up, the pinnacle of every housewife’s dreams: machines to free her from the tedious labour of housework. While we … Continue reading →

Kage Baker loved to travel. Not just to get somewhere, but for the sheer joy of movement. She loved the road, she loved the landscape going by at eye level and in arm’s reach, right outside the window. She was … Continue reading →

Kage Baker, for all that she lived largely in her fantastically furnished mind, liked tangible links to things. To reality, if she had already established that a particular reality was acceptable and should be maintained. But if not reality, then … Continue reading →

Kage Baker had a real fondness for The Weird. It always merited the caps. It came in cycles, or pulses, or at least in lengths that might have been considered seasons if they had not been so arbitrary and impossible … Continue reading →

Kage Baker loved the little town of Pacific Grove. It’s an exquisite small community of highly individualized shops, world-class restaurants, Victorian homes in all sizes from estate to seaside cottage, and paradisial natural beauty. It’s one of the few places … Continue reading →

Kage Baker used to say that a real writer could write through anything. She really believed it, too, apparently never remembering the times she accused me of turning the pages of my books too loudly. Or why I took up … Continue reading →

Kage Baker readily admitted that every writer needed a brain trust to assist with research. She herself cultivated relationships with engineers, librarians and historians, and kept a scholar in ancient languages on retainer for those sudden Greek translation emergencies. I have … Continue reading →

Kage Baker was deathly afraid of losing her stories. She was a bit of a packrat by nature, hating to let go of anything she had ever once loved. A great deal of her adult life 9and earnings) was spent replacing … Continue reading →

Kage Baker made some pretty elaborate plans for what I should do with my life after she died. Some of them I have only discovered well afterwards. Most of her motive, I am sure, was natural sisterly concern for me … Continue reading →