He stared at the screen, fingers poised over the keyboard, waiting for a #stroke of inspiration. Writer’s block. It had been a while. But here it was, that old familiar friend, the kind that you can lose touch with for years and then pick up right where you left off.

Maybe if he tried something different. “You know,” he thought, “I’ve never broken the fourth wall.”

At that very moment he was overcome by the feeling of being watched…