If writing isn’t my hobby (which, for IRS purposes, it definitely is NOT), then music probably is. I didn’t intend to become a lifelong musician, but Dad intended for his children to become musicians. I never could understand why he liked music so much. He had a tin ear—or maybe it was made of rock—totally tone deaf. He had no sense of rhythm. He loved big band music and he would move his hands, nod his head, and snap his fingers, nowhere near where the beat was. His family was poor and couldn’t afford music lessons, so maybe he was proud that he could do that for his kids.
None of the other characters in my other books are musicians, but I can’t resist having another one play music in her head. Honestly, I don’t know how to live without music in my head, therefore at least one of my sleuths has to have it, too. Charity “Chase” Oliver, hums show tunes throughout Fat Cat at Large (this one written by Janet Cantrell, who is also me). Her surrogate grandmother took her to summer musicals when she was little (guess who played in summer musicals for many years?), so she grew up knowing and liking the music.