investigative reporting... with a baby...

So, often when I start to get a bit restless for things to do, and the apartment has been reorganized for the fifth or more time, I start to think of odd side jobs that I could do. The ideas that come to mind really run the gamut. From florist to professional organizer, from home designer to children's book illustrator. Of course, none of which were what I majored in at college, or have any professional experience in (although I have done all of them... just not professionally). The newest idea is writing. Judah and I could go about interviewing and get the scoop, and during naps I could compile my findings. Problem always is... who would want me? No professional experience, just vague interest, and no portfolio. Sometimes I wish there was an outlet for all these random whims of mine. And preferably an outlet that made a little cash instead of wasting it.