Monthly Archives: August 2011

Kage Baker is dancing somewhere in the Uttermost West. She is swigging rum from her battered old pewter cup with the  seahorse handle – though I’m sure it’s got a girlie red parasol sticking out of it. But it’ll have … Continue reading →

Kage Baker was better than most people at finishing projects. She was fiercely determined, and she usually had a project plotted out in its entirety before she began it; often with flowcharts, models and a detailed precis to consult. It’s … Continue reading →

Kage Baker was not really very fond of nonsense. She enjoyed all manner of japery and wit, and could – as she said, quoting the Bard – “gleek upon occasion” herself. She loved weirdnesses and oddities. She just didn’t care … Continue reading →

Kage Baker was a person of ferociously held convictions. Nor did she change her mind easily or readily. In fact, the best way to force her into a relentless entrenchment was to try to change her mind. The mere fact … Continue reading →

Kage Baker was a salamander. She was djinn, conjured from smokeless fire on the conjoined edges of sand dunes and a hot sea, where the exhalation of the desert and the wind from southern isles mingled like lovers’ breath. She … Continue reading →

Kage Baker would usually melt if the weather got hot and humid. It used to be rare in Los Angeles – rare enough that she found it a reasonable response to go hide in a movie theatre when it happened. … Continue reading →

Kage Baker actually read the Bible. Usually the King James Version – it was her favourite, because she liked the poetry of the translation. However,  sometimes the beauty of the lines interfered with their meaning, in that the translations are … Continue reading →

Kage Baker occasionally made errors in her writing. Her grasp of grammar was phenomenal, by modern standards, and she competently used punctuation marks that are becoming extinct. But even she, maven of dialect and relict word-play that she was, could … Continue reading →

Kage Baker used to say (quoting from Home To You) “It’s tired and I’m getting late.” She listened to KPFK a lot in the 60′s and 70′s, especially late at night: they habitually broadcast from alternate universes, and Kage remembered … Continue reading →

Kage Baker grew up reading Ray Bradbury. Momma loved his stuff, and anything Momma liked, she handed (like, at gunpoint) to everyone else she liked. So, for the readers in the family, which was mostly the girls, Ray Bradbury was … Continue reading →