It comes one month, every year.
Many become infected with the fever.
There is really no cure for this epidemic. And no one really knows how it is spread or how it is obtained. People just wake up one day and find themselves infected. There are really no warning signs either. Perhaps it’s the drafts that cause people to be driven to insanity. Or the rage over words and how many you can possibly write in one day.
The danger is uncontrollable, by the time people realize what is happening, thousands of people have been affected. And like I noted at the beginning: There Is No Cure—all except to let it pass. And it does pass…when November ends so does the fever. Slowly it drifts away on the wind the same way it came.
If you hear of the strange epidemic of NaNoWriMo, you live at your own risk. Perhaps isolation is a solution—isolation from the outside world and from the online one.
Anyways, if you do, however, want to become one of the infected ones, you can visit http://nanowrimo.org Enter at your own risk, of course. For you may never be the same again.
(you may stay in tune to hear how I survived the epidemic of writing insanity, after November 30)