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Kage Baker looked up once a few years ago on 12th Night and commented, inapropos: “Twelfth Night – 12 letters and only 2 vowels. Ought to be Welsh.” She could say things like that, being descended from some Welsh folks. … Continue reading →

Kage Baker and I lived for the last 4 years in an upstairs apartment in Pismo Beach. It was a delightful eyrie, full of light and air and with a broad view of the sea. We could – and often … Continue reading →

Kage Baker never thought much of Isaac Newton. As one of the fathers of modern Western science, his is a name known and revered by most science fiction writers. But as someone whose first love was not science but history, … Continue reading →

Kage Baker was a veteran of Catholic school – an all girls’ high school, in particular. She and I, Anne and Kimberly (and eventually Anne’s daughter Annie, too) all went to Immaculate Heart High School. Kage used to tell people … Continue reading →

Kage Baker, despite being a totally solar sort of person, liked the idea of measuring the year in full moons. She said it was elegant; also, it just works better. The Moon is subject to all sorts of highly visible … Continue reading →

Kage Baker: my unifying theme. She’ll stay that way, too, I think. It gives me a starting point for each day’s entry – and believe me, a writer needs a goad even more than a goal. But this month is … Continue reading →

Kage Baker believed firmly in holidays – taking them, I mean. Mind you, she didn’t often bother to do it, but she was loud and determined on the necessity of doing so. It’s just that when she sat down to … Continue reading →

Kage Baker really enjoyed New Year’s Eve. It wasn’t a big party night for her – but the glittery formality of the late-night celebration appealed to her. We were usually home by 8 or 9 at night, and often never … Continue reading →

Kage Baker hated the cold. No prevarications, no euphemisms – she outright hated the cold. It was her enemy; in her mind, a blue-faced anorexic glamor queen dripping diamonds and tacky furs, leaving windows open and being offensively skinny in … Continue reading →

Kage Baker believed that how a place or time felt was more important, and more informative, than what or when it actually was. If a day felt like a weekend (or weekday), her responses were tuned to what it felt … Continue reading →