Monthly Archives: May 2011

Kage Baker was not very fond of most animals. Or people. She had a fine impartiality about it. The animals she did like, she liked as individuals. She’d probably have been just as fond of Momma’s dog Oliver if he’d … Continue reading →

Kage Baker adored Santa Rosa plums. They were her favourite fruit in all the world, and she waited impatiently all winter and spring long for the first ones to appear in markets. Santa Rosas are an excellent plum, but they … Continue reading →

Kage Baker did not do perky. Or cute. Winsome, darling, anything requiring the head tilted to one side and the suggestion of dimples: anathema to her. This despite the fact that as a small child her hair was a mass … Continue reading →

Kage Baker showed her work to very few people for most of her life. I always thought her innate reticence would be the biggest problem when she ultimately tried to get published. I really thought she might founder on the … Continue reading →

Kage Baker loved treasure hunts, especially the sort with maps and cryptic clues and secret codes. She loved scavenger hunts, too. She was particularly fond of the ones took all day and  ran you all over the neighborhood or the … Continue reading →

Kage Baker, though she was terminally shy, loved her audience. She really did. She wrote for nearly 30 years with an incredibly tiny one – often just me – but she was aware she needed it. As much as writing … Continue reading →

Kage Baker had an enormous confidence in my ability to take up her pen and continue her stories. I have wavered between bounding enthusiastic determination, and the soul-sinking certainty that there was no chance in hell. Somewhere between these two … Continue reading →

Kage Baker was a firm believer in the theory that the Universe waits to see when you are busy, tired, or flush with unexpected cash. Then it sends you a virus from space, or a tax audit, or an out-of-town … Continue reading →

Kage Baker spent most Mother’s Days for the last 30 years at Renaissance Faires – as did I. We had art to make, and understanding parents. At Faire, everyone ran about urging customers to buy pretties for their own mums. … Continue reading →

Kage Baker loved the pearly advent of summer in California. Warm grey days were among her favourites – the directionless cool light, the air like a perfect bath, the nacreous ceiling of the world resting softly on the hill tops … Continue reading →