My experience? Not worth discussing. I wrote for several music magazines in the late eighties, found a career within the grunge scene, where I worked with journalists and photographers. I then got knocked up, threw my dreams out the window and sent myself to baby jail. I have been a stay at home mom of two for almost ten years. I recently started blogging (something I'm still trying to understand the point behind...but anyway....) and have now found myself in a position of being so inflated with gushing compliments about my writing style and skills I almost believe I might have a knack for it....and someone might pay me for it. Wish would be much cooler than watching other peoples kids or telemarketing. Just sayin'.