Many writer's fetishize their writing process. Maybe the insanity it takes to treat it with fetishism makes it more enjoyable. It does for me... at times.
The anthology How I Write, The Secret Lives of Authors details this in an almost heroic fashion. We had this book on sale at the store and I managed to begin a short discussion. It was short because I napalmed the discussion before it had a chance to begin.
I'm what others describe as a heart on their sleeve kind of person. When I have conversations I like to start with the disturbing stuff. Just get it out of the way.
In the middle of my sharing I start with how it feels to have my creativity rushed due to deadlines, lack of time and what have you.
"It's like digging for a splinter that I have to split skin and spill blood for. I dig and dig and dig and it hurts and sometimes I can't find the damn thing. But I know it's there! I can feel it. Shit hurts."
"What the shit are you talking about Adrienne?"
Best overheard chat at the store:
Grandma: "You don't know what Texas Toast is? I raised your daddy on it back in Austin. Your daddy had it at least once a week. I can't believe my grandson doesn't know what Texas Toast is!"
Grandson: "I want Texas Toast!"
Grandma: "No, It's actually pretty disgusting."