[ WP ] You 've been writing the same book for 50 years with few breaks and no writers block . Your grandson finally has the courage to ask you about it .

The elderly man sat in the centre of the room, dimly lit by a single candle. He rubbed his greying head of hair as he struggled to find the proper words for the current chapter. Giant bookshelves towered above him on each side. Fully covered with what seemed to be volumes of the same series. He sat with his back facing the door and rotated his chair to face it when the door started to creak lightly. 
 The door slowly opened and a child wearing pyjamas emerged. `` Tommy'' the old man noted with a smile. `` It's unlikely for you to visit me at this hour, your mother does n't know you are here. Does she?'' The man took off his reading glasses and neatly placed them on his desk. He turned back to face Tommy, waiting for an reply. The child picked at his blonde hair as he tried to scavenge for an reply. `` No, she does n't.'' he solemnly replied. `` I thought so. In fact I would've known. You might be in big trouble!'' said the man jokingly. `` Now, Tommy. For what reason do you risk the wrath of your mother and an endless amount of chores?'' he asked as he patted the pile of books next to him, inviting the child to sit. Tommy walked towards the pile on his bare feet and sat down. `` Well, grandpa. Mom said you write a lot and never stop. I asked her what you write about and she did n't know. So I just wanted to know.'' he shyly replied. The elderly man chuckled and messed up the hair of the child beside him, forcing a smile from the boy. `` Do n't ever hesitate to ask questions Tom, only by asking question are you able to find answers.'' said the man `` I'm writing a story'' he added. 
 `` A story? Like the ones mom reads me? `` asked the boy enthusiastically. The man looked at the boy with a hint of surprise `` Yes Tom, like those. Only slightly longer. I fear it is n't the kind of story your mother would be able to read you before bed. `` 
 
 `` What is it about Grandpa? Dragons? Knights? The stories with dinosaurs are my favourite. `` 
 A wide grin appeared on the face of the elderly man `` Heh, I guess that would've been *cool*'' he mockingly said `` But no, this story is about a woman.'' 
 
 `` Is it about grandma? But she went to heaven right?'' asked the boy. 
 The man avoided the eyes of the child for a moment before he replied. `` No, it is n't about grandma.'' 
 `` But it about a very special women.'' 
 The boy was n't sure how to reply `` Oh I see, but ca n't you take a break? It's my birthday next week and I hoped you'd come. You did n't make it there last time. `` 
 His face pained with regret the old man answered the question `` I'm sorry Tom. I wo n't make it this time either, I have to write.'' 
 `` But, why Grandpa?'' he asked as his eyes started to water up. 
 The man faced the boy and placed his hands on his shoulders `` Tom'' he said `` I.. I have to write the story or else it wo n't continue. It's very important for the woman that the story continues. `` 
 Using his sleeve, the boy wiped away his tears. `` Ca n't you make an exception? Just this once. We can get chocolate cake, your favourite. Just an one-time break?'' 
 The man turned away from the boy and faced his desk. `` No Tom, I will never take a break again.'' 
 `` So you've taken a break before?! Why ca n't you do it again?!'' cried the boy. 
 The man sighed and said `` Remember the time your mother got sick and fell asleep for 3 weeks?''
