Tony McFadden likens NaNo to catching a bug. Yes, I *AM* participating in NaNoWriMo
NaNoWriMo as an infectious disease? Yeah, you can think of it that way. A benevolent disease that can change your life if you’re willing to suffer through the symptoms. Instead of fever, runny nose, aches and pains, we have self-doubt, fear, mental and physical exhaustion, and maybe a touch of carpal tunnel. But just like after an illness, that first day when you realize that you’re really well now and you’re still glad to be alive, NaNo has its rewards, the first being ‘thank god it’s over.’ And then the really big one, the exhilaration of having written a novel, or a darned good beginning of one.
I think of it more like hay fever. The lead-up of plotting and planning comes during hay fever season and culminates in the grand explosion of sneezes and teary eyes — no, that’s the hay fever, not NaNo. November is where everything comes together (or doesn’t), where you struggle through it, along with thousands of other sufferers, and where you’re deliriously happy just to see the end of it.
And every damned moment of it is worth it.