Author Archives: Kate

Kage Baker liked celebrating old holidays. She liked holidays in general, and the pagan calendar that had illuminated life for our Celtic ancestors was generally more fun than the moderns one anyway. Labor Day, for instance, cannot hold a candle, … Continue reading →

Kage Baker never wrote about her illness. She meant to – a thousand peculiar and fascinating things happened during her year-long journey through cancer. But she never had the energy and the time simultaneously. As the time grew shorter and … Continue reading →

Kage Baker often said I needed a keeper. She worried about it a lot in her final illness. How was I going to survive my tendency to get lost everywhere? Who would remind me to take my pills? Or eat? … Continue reading →

_Kage Baker subscribed firmly to the idea that life is what happens when you’re making other plans. I had planned to go to a standard checkup with my cardiologist today. Then I planned to go home. However … My heart … Continue reading →

Kage Baker wore reading glasses. That is, she wore them to read notes and scripts at convention events; to watch television (but not at the movies); and to actually read books least of all. That was because she found it … Continue reading →

Kage Baker is having a pretty good publishing year, especially for a writer who is, you know, dead. I’ve been asked to keep you up to date on what’s coming when, Dear Readers. So here is a PSA to present … Continue reading →

Kage Baker was cautiously interested by science. It’s kind of a requisite for a science fiction writer. Luckily, there all sorts of studies that qualify as science – it’s not all the hard stuff like physics or engineering. Even though … Continue reading →

Kage Baker liked sabbaticals. The dictionary definition includes the classical meaning of a year off granted to a teacher, for study and/or travel – usually every 7 years. Kage liked the ritual sound of that, as if (she said) you … Continue reading →

Kage Baker was fascinated by weather. She was eternally intrigued by the apparatus of  detecting weather; the cunning artifacts that described it, forecast it, recorded it. Whether it was algorithms that sent updates to her computer, or an old fashioned … Continue reading →

Kage Baker was seldom in hospital, until the last year or so of her life.  She rapidly formed a low opinion of the amenities available to the medical frequent flyer. The food, the gowns, the furniture – all completely devoid … Continue reading →