On Saturday, my husband and I were walking in town when we saw a sign advertising the current Dutch lotto, which had a jackpot of more than 18 million euros. I sighed when I saw the sign and mumbled something about never having to work again. My husband looked at me with surprise (or was that anger?) and responded: “I’d be really pissed off if you quit writing just because we won the lottery.” (Or something to that effect.) He equated my writing with working. I, however, was thinking more along the lines of all the other stuff that comes with being an indie author: the author platform, the marketing, social media, etc. etc. I told the hubby I wouldn’t quit writing, but I’d definitely hire a PR firm. “And you can quit reading all those review books as well.” I kept my mouth shut as I’d still be reading…