Bio
Jason was born in Hull, Quebec in the fall of 1974. He was soon moved to the place he considers his hometown in Central Ontario, where he grew up and lived for most of his life thus far. In 2006 he sold his first short story for actual money to The Harrow and has published 10 more since then. Also in 2006, he came into contact with friend and mentor, Sephera Giron, through her online horror writing course at CourseBridge.com. She introduced him to other fantastic writers such as Michael Colangelo, Michael Rowe, and Brett Alexander Savory.
When he isn't writing or working, Jason likes to read and watch movies. He is an avid hockey and Toronto Maple Leafs fan.
His dream is to continue publishing stories at the same rate as he has in the last four years. "My aim is to get one in one, or two, or ten, of the bigger markets," he says. "And then one day publish a novel." Yes, he does understand that he holds the same dreams as every new writer in the world. And that there are millions of them.
"It's that realization that makes me write such dark, twisted stories, I think" he says, pausing briefly to stare longingly at the cieling. Whatever is up there, only he can see it. "Life is full of such disappointments," he continues, "and it makes me wonder what makes us as individuals want to continue. What is it that gives us hope in a world that continuously works against us?"
But there is hope, he goes on to say. In persistence.
"If anything, I'm living proof of that."
When he isn't writing or working, Jason likes to read and watch movies. He is an avid hockey and Toronto Maple Leafs fan.
His dream is to continue publishing stories at the same rate as he has in the last four years. "My aim is to get one in one, or two, or ten, of the bigger markets," he says. "And then one day publish a novel." Yes, he does understand that he holds the same dreams as every new writer in the world. And that there are millions of them.
"It's that realization that makes me write such dark, twisted stories, I think" he says, pausing briefly to stare longingly at the cieling. Whatever is up there, only he can see it. "Life is full of such disappointments," he continues, "and it makes me wonder what makes us as individuals want to continue. What is it that gives us hope in a world that continuously works against us?"
But there is hope, he goes on to say. In persistence.
"If anything, I'm living proof of that."

