Monthly Archives: June 2012

Kage Baker would have decreed this a celebration day. A reverent one – not a leap around, drive wildly off to a good bar 100 miles away, set off some nice illegal fireworks a week early kind of day. Because … Continue reading →

Kage Baker had no medical insurance for the last several years of her life. Even before she left commercial employment for the free, mad life of a free-lance writer, the various companies she worked for could no longer provide health … Continue reading →

Kage Baker, as I described yestreday, apparently saw Time as a rotating vertical cylinder. At least, that’s how she visualized it in order to write about it. And over the last 24 hours, Dear Readers, I’ve been pleased and surprised … Continue reading →

Kage Baker first tried to sell a novel in her late 20′s. We worked on it together. It was an enormous book, made even larger by the fact that part of the plot called for one character to periodically spend … Continue reading →

Kage Baker loved hot weather. Even if it was truly, dreadfully hot, she enjoyed it; she’d pin her hair up on her head (an epic task), and lounge about in silk pyjamas with the fancy standing fan aimed at the … Continue reading →

Kage Baker often quoted John Lennon. At random, frequently; but when she wanted a specific quote, the most frequent one was: Life is what happens to you while you’re making  other plans. * Today is full of life; overfull, maybe. … Continue reading →

Kage Baker liked to celebrate the Summer Solstice with the old hymns to the sun. One of her favourites was called (Maybe. I’m not sure.) The Mummer’s Song. It was one of the songs we learned at Faire, live, sitting … Continue reading →

Kage Baker was much interested by time. She studied it, she speculated on it, she wrote stories about it in (I think) an attempt to corner it with sympathetic magic. She used all the resources at her command to maintain … Continue reading →

Kage Baker’s last novel set in in the Anvil universe was The Bird of the River. It was composed three or four years before she wrote it, in the the bar of a nice hotel where we were spending the … Continue reading →

Kage Baker admired those possessed of the barbecuing gene.She didn’t have it. Neither do I. We owned a grille, but it was usually used for rituals or experiments that required an open fire. They rarely involved dinner. We both liked … Continue reading →