Jon Grilz

Mystery and Thriller writer


I don’t even know why I wrote that word. As I did so, I was thinking about my daily word count, my day job, my night job, the podcast I’m working on and my impending second foray into fatherhood.

What was I talking about?

I wish I could focus, but I can’t. It’s not that social media or the internet are distracting me, I just don’t have enough time in the day. I can focus just long enough to prioritize what I get to do today.

What I get to do. Usually, that’s writing.

Wake up, get ready for the day, get coffee going, watch the boy while the wife gets ready for her day while carrying around our impending addition with a level of patience that I would never have. With the due date in single digits, focus has no meaning anymore for any of us.

Go to work. Write during breaks. Work more. Commute home.

Or to the second job.

Sometimes I’m jealous at the focus of my two-year old actually being able to sit down and watch an episode of Curious George for five minutes before doing something else.

Perhaps this would be a good time to try my hand at short stories.

What was I talking about?