Monthly Archives: August 2010

Kage Baker was a firm believer in keeping going. Even if it’s baby steps, keep your forward momentum going as much as you can. If you wander off the chosen path, keep going anyway – there may some cool scenery … Continue reading →

Kage Baker followed science news. Most science fiction writers do. They follow the cutting edge to determine what new thing is being carved out. They are constantly learning and analyzing, and only partly in a search for interesting tidbits that … Continue reading →

Kage Baker really did love apples.One of the delights of our advancing age was the proliferation of apple varieties – breeds new or hybridized, heritage varieties found still bearing in abandoned orchards … all that bounty of the family of … Continue reading →

Kage Baker loved fresh fruit. The menu above was one of her favourite meals, especially at the end of autumn. A few miles up a canyon near where we lived in Pismo Beach, there is an apple stand: its orchards … Continue reading →

Kage Baker arranged her brain eccentrically, but with great deliberation. She didn’t agree with Sherlock Holmes, about carefully stocking it with only what you needed – like a well organized lumber room. Hers was more the used-by-six-generations attic sort of … Continue reading →

Kage Baker admired architecture. She was a part-time artist, and she never abandoned practicing the graphic arts. Her maternal grandmother was, in fact, an architect (among many, many other accomplishments); a paternal great-grand-etc uncle was an engineer for Napolean, and … Continue reading →

Exposition Kage Baker came late to the use of home computers. Typewriters and pen and ink were her media of choice well into the 1980′s – literally pen and ink, as she preferred to use a steel-nibbed staff and a … Continue reading →

Kage Baker was a great cook. Really. She never appeared to listen when Momma demonstrated her own native Southern cooking; but once we were out on our own, it appeared she had absorbed everything unconsciously. Maybe supra-consciously. Or meta-consciously. Or … Continue reading →

And much as Wine has played the Infidel And robbed me of my robe of Honour, well … I often wonder what the vintners buy One half so precious as the stuff they sell Kage Baker was an avid reader. … Continue reading →