A Writer's Notebook, One-Thousand-Eight-Hundred-And-Fifty

I think that I stumbled into something very interesting in the story I wrote tonight.  It was another in the series of pieces I have been writing recently which involves the character being aware of me as the writer, which also means they know that they are fictional.  Anyhow, I think that the piece I wrote tonight wound up travelling into some interesting space which I am curious to explore further.  What made it really interesting, I think, is that in the story, I, as the writer, am the one who it turns out to be about, in a certain way, and I kind of fail.  I think there is a lot more that might be possible in terms of this kind of approach, especially in terms of using those metafictional elements to draw the real into the fictional world.