One of the things you learn when you’ve written just over 30,000 words in 18 days is that sometimes, you need a little push to get those words on the page. The answer, for many of us? Music. The first year I did NaNo, back in 2007, I was following Neil Gaiman’s blog religiously. He posted a little gem that had made him smile called “Georgette Plays a Goth,” and I fell utterly in love. The bright, unbelievably catchy, nigh-indiscernible song of a waitress who likes to dress like a Goth from time to time had just the right up-tempo perkiness to shake me up and get another couple hundred words out. It is basically my NaNoWriMo anthem at this point: I only listen to it during November, but in November, by gum, I listen the heck out of this song. Ladies and gentlemen, the magic of Tullycraft:
(G-g-g-georgette)
Jessica Jonas 
In my junior year of high school, my English teacher told us something about mysteries: in the West, people try to solve mysteries, and in the East, people participate in mysteries. That is, many Eastern cultures celebrate a state of incomplete understanding, especially in mythical matters. There is something magical about a vast, shared not-knowing of how something came to be.
What I’m trying to say is that this song might be so catchy precisely because I can’t understand about ninety percent of the lyrics. Is Georgette defending those eighties trends, or offending them? Or befriending them? There’s much I’ll never know about her, but I remain content, in a state of childlike wonderment of what Tullycraft is trying to tell me over the sounds of their blaring guitar.
This is what I hear when that song plays:
rtjhdfgoihtlwebdstkhslhtlhgrk;jhl g-g-g-georgette–g-g-g-georgette
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAaaa