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JASON  CHABOT  (sha-bō)                                   Welcome to my website, where I hope you enjoy learning more about The Broken Sky Chronicles, including my debut novel, Below, the sequel, Above, and the third installment, Beyond Being able to write full time has been a dream I’ve had all my life, and now as an author, I get to meet many amazing people and fans of literature from all across the continent!  But if we haven’t yet met in person, I’d love to tell you more about myself.  First off, you might be wondering why I’ve included the phonetic spelling of my last name (sha-bō), especially since Chabot is only six letters long.  Well, over the years, I’ve heard so many weird and wonderful pronunciations that people often appreciate a little help figuring it out.  So, if you say my surname and it rhymes with “hello”, then you know you’re doing just fine! Chabot actually comes from Latin and French origins to describe a freshwater species of fish with a large head, big bulging eyes and whisker-like protrusions.  Say what?!  I couldn’t believe it when I first heard the news: my family name refers to an ugly fish.  My brother discovered this on his first trip to France over a decade ago, and we were all sure it had to be a mistake.  Couldn’t our name refer to something more historic or noble, instead of something so wet and slimy?  Alas no.  This is my French ancestry. There are many fun facts about me you would never guess from my photo.  In my last year of elementary school, I was well over six feet tall and could easily slam dunk an eight foot basketball hoop without having to jump.  I once ate two fish eyeballs as part of a local Survivor competition.  I was robbed as a bank teller after a month on the job, only to be scolded by my manager that the man probably didn’t have a gun.  I’ve clung to the outside of a moving train, dined with a real-life princess, won trophies for both competitive ballroom dancing as well as public speaking, and in my university dormitory, I was nicknamed the “Floor Fossil”.   I now live in Vancouver, British Columbia, but grew up in the rural outskirts of a city called Chilliwack – a Stó:lō First Nations word meaning “quieter water up the river” – where our home was built beside a gurgling creek and surrounded by forests.  With no neighbors in sight and only one channel on TV, I had plenty of time to invest in my imagination. Looking back, the seed for The Broken Sky Chronicles was first planted as a teenager when I worked at a tree nursery that supplied saplings to reforestation programs.  I didn’t think a summer job could get any worse – the burning sunshine, the dirt, my aching back, the relentless little flies, always biting.  I used to gaze up to the mountain peaks poking above a halo of clouds and wish I could somehow, miraculously, be transported to their alpine meadows, to relax for hours while watching everyone else slave away, far below, in the afternoon heat.  “Above” always seemed like the ideal place to be, although I now suspect the bugs would have been larger and definitely more ravenous. Many other elements of The Broken Sky Chronicles were inspired by places and moments in my life.  Growing up on the West Coast, I have always been captivated by nature, whether by our storms, our oceans, or our sunsets.  In Vancouver, we are always warned that the Juan de Fuca fault line is long overdue for a horrendous earthquake – so be prepared!  And during an amazing trip to Egypt, I was surprised many times to see plastic trash everywhere, half-buried in the sand dunes or floating high in the air, caught in the currents where clouds should be drifting instead.  I chose to write a fantasy adventure novel for young adults because I was intrigued by all these natural elements and how they might affect the lives of two teenagers when their physical worlds collide.  While Elia has been enslaved by class and drudgery, Hokk lives in almost complete isolation, and I have enjoyed exploring how each character discovers unexpected strength to survive epic challenges, yet at the same time questions their perception of reality. But of course, I suppose Hokk and Elia could have had it worse.  They could have worked in a tree nursery!
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