Monthly Archives: August 2012

Kage Baker always felt that the best way to learn a new city was to drive around it. Aimlessly, if possible. Especially the edges and the old places; where the city’s identity was earliest formed and latest maintained. She loved … Continue reading →

Kage Baker loved new roads. Not newly-made roads; given a choice between a mossy track and a gleaming new concrete superhighway, in fact, she would choose the track every time. We saw a lot of interesting places that way, including … Continue reading →

Kage Baker – like every writer – went on every single trip she ever took with the firm intention of writing in her spare time. Unlike most, she actually sometimes succeeded – resulting in sections of stories scribbled hastily on … Continue reading →

Kage Baker quite liked Seattle. She liked its use of stone and glass and metal; she liked the precipitate streets and the enormous expanse of the Sound constantly in the corner of one’s eye. She liked that it had kept … Continue reading →

Kage Baker let very little interfere with her writing. One of the things that usually could distract her was family. Especially baby family. Especially when one is hiding from inhuman heat. The last few days, I have been happily wallowing … Continue reading →

Kage Baker told me, “Write every day. If you can’t write, read and store up information. If you can’t read – well, if you can’t read, you’re probably dead. But on the chance you just don’t feel well, try to … Continue reading →

Kage Baker was a staunch, dedicated and – above all – demonstrative supporter of women’s suffrage.  She never missed an election; and, being as she was in the first batch of 18-year-olds in California to get the vote, that was … Continue reading →

Kage Baker liked books of lists. It wasn’t a love of facts, or a fondness for solid information. She didn’t read them for research. It was her particular personal approach to whimsy that led her to read peculiar lists, because … Continue reading →

Kage Baker was a salamander. She loved heat and prospered in it. She almost never sweat – a ladylike “glow”, as elder female relatives put it, might accompany a faint blush to her face when the temperature soared … but … Continue reading →

Kage Baker, I would very much desperately like to think, would have declared a moratorium after a week of this heat. She’d have decamped to her armchair, with her standing fan aimed at the back of her neck and a … Continue reading →