I’m an international, multiple award-winning author with a passion for the voices in my head. As a singer, songwriter, independent filmmaker and improv teacher and performer, my life has always been about creating and sharing what I create with others. Now that my dream to write for a living is a reality, with over a hundred titles in happy publication and no end in sight, I live in beautiful Prince Edward Island, Canada, with my giant cats, pug overlord and overlady and my Gypsy Vanner gelding, Fynn.

The blue joy is calling... but can Fresco survive it?

"Do you know what happened to you?" Joey's voice broke a little. Fresco shook his head. The kid nodded, like it was no big surprise." Yeah, me either. No one seems to. We just have normal lives, you know? Then suddenly you wake up with this thing eating into you," he swallowed hard, "and that's it. The rest is Wasteland."

Seventeen-year-old Fresco Conte is an ordinary All-American kid from an upper middle-class family. He plays football. His girlfriend is a cheerleader. Life is good. Until unexplained things, scary things, start to take him over. Like surviving an accident that should have killed him. Or hearing the thoughts of the people around him whether he wants to or not.
 
When the men in the dark blue coveralls come for him, Fresco is forced into addiction to the blue joy known as Wasteland and set free on the street, with no answers and only his hunger to keep him company.

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Nothing was as it should be. His world spun and dove, turning itself inside out before reassembling in crooked waves. Fresco's whole world ended and began all at the same time.


There were moments when everything stood still and he could feel the universe around him, floating in the instant, the clarity of who he was and why he existed as poignant as it was painful.


And then there were terrifying and electrifying spurts of life in fast-forward as he moved out and around himself and others so quickly details were lost in a blur of motion.


In any scraps of rational time he recovered, Fresco understood none of it was real. What they were doing to his mind created these things and presented them to him for his rejection or approval. But while he was in them everything was so crystal clear and impossibly real he embraced it and let it in.


Chapter 62: Wasteland Redux