Author Archives: Kate

Kage Baker rather liked Valentine’s Day. As she was wont to say, “What’s not to like? Birds’ nests are a nice thing.” The reference there is to the old Northern European tradition that Valentine’s Day was the day the birds … Continue reading →

Kage Baker always enjoyed the Winter Olympics. Me, not so much. I tended to read and knit while she gasped at the ski jumpers and swooned over the beauty of the figure skaters. Her favourite events were men’s speed skating; … Continue reading →

Kage Baker loved spring in California. She was aware that it was popularly supposed not to exist. She knew all the jokes about the faux seasons of California. She regarded them as some of the many ignorances (which ought to … Continue reading →

Kage Baker loved spring in California. She was aware that it was popularly supposed not to exist. She knew all the jokes about the faux seasons of California. She regarded them as some of the many ignorances (which ought to … Continue reading →

Kage Baker’s standard response to any query regarding payments, royalties, e-books, audio books and contracts was always the same. “I’m an idiot, and I have no idea,” she would say, grinning. “That’s why I have an agent.” Her back up … Continue reading →

Kage Baker didn’t really care for winter weather – at least, not if there was any chance she would have to be personally out in it. For her, winter was best as a spectator sport. She was designed to live … Continue reading →

Kage Baker will have been dead 4 years as of 1:15 tomorrow morning, a time and date yet to come. Just barely, but at this moment it is still a nebulous unknown; a figment of horological patterning that doesn’t quite … Continue reading →

Kage Baker was very good about keeping records of her writing. That is, she kept every version of every story she wrote. She saved portable copies to her Buke and on thumb drives, to be carried along when we travelled, … Continue reading →

Kage Baker really needed her sleep. She was one of those people who actually require 8 hours per night, and wilt like a dandelion if shorted. Kage and Kimberly were and are, respectively, prone to go into a coma before … Continue reading →

Kage Baker loved techno toys. Which was to say, elegant machines or advanced electronics; things that were cunningly made and worked as if by magic. She was absolutely enthralled by shiny mechanicals that did something silent and complicated, with the … Continue reading →