Vox Macabre talks about one of my favorite horror movies, Robert Eggers The Witch.

Exploring the Dark Side: The Lethal Mysteries of Brown Dwarfs

So, I’m sitting here, working on Corruption, and I get to do one of my favorite things—pick the brains of scientists like Peter K.G. Williams about brown dwarfs. And let me tell you what I found out today. It’s some wild stuff.

First off, brown dwarfs? They’re practically invisible. These suckers are so damn cold—like, we’re talking a few hundred Kelvin, maybe even as low as 100 K. That means they barely spit out any light you can see. They’re not even trying to show up to the party; all they’re doing is radiating infrared light, the kind of stuff you can’t catch with the naked eye. And here’s the kicker: their energy output is a joke compared to the Sun. We’re talking 16 million times less power, man. You put one of these things next to the Sun, and it’s like comparing a candle to a flamethrower. And, get this, they’d actually look purple under sunlight, not brown. Go figure.

Now, let’s talk gravity. These brown dwarfs play by the same rules as everything else in space, but if you get another object with a similar mass close by, they might start doing this cosmic dance, orbiting each other like some kind of twisted, interstellar tango.

But don’t get too close. These things have radiation belts—imagine the Earth’s Van Allen belts but on steroids. They’re packing high-energy particles that’ll fry your electronics and turn anything organic into toast. Occasionally, they might even throw a flare, but it’s rare—thank God for small favors.

Bottom line? Trying to live around one of these brown dwarfs? Forget it. It’s dark, it’s bleak, and it’s downright deadly.

Brown dwarf

PROJECT BORIS needs more digging into Russia’s attack on Kyiv than I figured. One of the spots I had in mind for my story ain’t there no more.

Kyiv attacked by Russia.

Each Page, A Cliffhanger

I’ve been nose to the grindstone, buried in VIKINGS vs. SAMURAI and Dead Channel. Boris, poor guy, got left in the dust. But today, inspiration hit me square between the eyes, and Boris grabbed me, clenched his fists ‘round my throat, refusing to let go until I’d hammered out three pages. Damn glad I did. Each page, a cliffhanger, just as I aimed.

Now, I’m at a perfect stopping point to shift gears to Mei Lin. But that’s a story for another time.

Middle-aged man hunched over his tablet.

On Deck

I currently have three projects on deck:

  • BORIS
    Working on character and plot.
  • DEAD CHANNEL
    Adapting short story for one issue of a four issue cyberpunk comic book miniseries.
  • VIKINGS VS SAMURAI
    Waiting on pencils for next issue, “Ægir and Shōjō Hoist a Few.” Story by Paul Di Filippo, artwork by Buğra Batuhan Berah.
Middle-aged man watching a Viking on his television.

From Page to Panel: Adapting a Cyberpunk Short Story into a Comic Book

Tonight, I worked on adapting one of my favorite cyberpunk short stories into a comic book.

I captured all the dialogue, inner monologue, narrator’s voice, and scenes. I’ll spend the next week getting everything into a comic book script.

Next, the difficult task of determining what was essential and what I needed to cut to fit the story into the constraints of a 28-page comic book.

I’m up for the challenge. 🤘

Middle-aged man working his cyberpunk project on his laptop.

Hello, world!

Cyborg Earth.