Author Archives: Kate

Kage Baker always said one should never give up. If one falls, or fails – well, so what? Get up and start again. I don’t think she ever gave up on something she really wanted, or knew she had to … Continue reading →

Kage Baker didn’t have depression. Oh, she could get depressed – everyone can; everyone does. But she didn’t experience depression as a clinical pathology. I do. It has made parts of my life extremely weird. Depression, as is well known … Continue reading →

Kage Baker always acknowledged the ritual divisions of the year. She was, in her intensely personal way, a very pious lady. Mind you, for these observations she used the old European calendar, as filtered through the Celtic holidays still retained … Continue reading →

Kage Baker hated reading her reviews.  She knew that if they were good, she’d get euphoric, but it would be temporary; an emotional sugar rush. And if they were bad, she’d be totally, dreadfully, suicidally depressed. She just couldn’t establish … Continue reading →

Kage Baker was always intrigued by the phenomenon of suddenly finding references to a new object or topic everywhere.You know – or maybe you don’t. But it happened to Kage all the time. She would find some new topic interesting, … Continue reading →

KAGE BAKER  hated medical tests. Nonetheless, she endured with a grim determination whatever was needed. She always said that if you expected medical science to help you, you’d better let it cast the bones and read your urine. Doctors tended … Continue reading →

Kage Baker was a fiercely dedicated writer. She wrote almost all the time, even when she didn’t want to – because, she said, you might only get a few hundred words done, but those few hundred will move you that … Continue reading →

Kage Baker adored Robert Louis Stevenson. She adored his writing, both fiction and travelogues – he travelled a lot, especially for a guy with emphysema and bronciectasis; and he usually did it on the cheap, because he was chronically broke. … Continue reading →

Kage Baker adored the gracious old city of Monterey. I think if we could have stayed in the old Shipping Warehouse, or the new Maritime Museum, she’d have been ecstatic. I can imagine her camped out happily next to the … Continue reading →

Kage Baker maintained that we – she and I – shared a brain. She was left-handed, I am right-handed; together, she reasoned, we were one fairly competent brain. Our friends and family, I think, were willing to accept the idea … Continue reading →