Results of My Writer’s Block

All I want is to fill this page with words. Good, strong words. A sentence or two. Here or there an interjection. I don't expect to create the next "Pride and Prejudice" or "Jane Eyre-" not on the first try. 

I'm a writer. That's what I say to everybody. My friends, family, professors. If I don't write, am I lying? Or maybe just joking. That's what I'll tell myself for now. 

I'm not Shakespeare. I'll never be Shakespeare. But at least let me write about Shakespeare! 

It's so late at night. So very, very late, and I'm tired. But I can't sleep- or rather, I won't let myself sleep. Not until I write!  

This is sounding so nonsensical. Not even in a good, post-modern way. I never understood post-modernism anyhow. 

All I want to do is fill this page with words. Good, strong words.  A sentence or two. That's all.