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Hi. My name is Elaina, but when writing I like to go by Elaina J. I guess I feel like it differentiates me from all the other writing ‘Elaina’s’ out there. I am sure it truly doesn’t, but I do what I want.
I guess you could say I have been writing all my life. I wrote a book about how my dad’s head looked like an apple when I was five. When I was in high school my teacher asked me if I’d ever thought about being an author. I hadn’t. (I wanted to be an Air Force jet pilot). I eventually decided to be a style writer and found myself in the Great Big World of Fashion.
I finally got to write.
I became an editor and started a blog about my somewhat socialite life on an antiquated social media site called MySpace. I got fired for it. I wrote about the firing for Jane magazine and got paid for it. Take that, Publisher!
I moved on to a new magazine as the Executive Editor. Nice title, too little pay. It was a high stress job so I left it to work at a gym. Yep. I took people around the gym and sold memberships.
This is where I started to go a little crazy. Like seriously crazy and had to move back in with my parents. A couple months later (too soon), I thought I was better and moved to California to be a Style Editor.
I wasn’t.
I needed an outlet for my writing, so in 2003, I became a blogger for Psych Central called ‘Being Beautifully Bipolar.’ And have been blogging twice a week since then.
Want to know the rest of the story? Well, you’ll just have to read my book, “There Comes a Light: A Memoir of Mental Illness”.

Hi. My name is Elaina, but when writing I like to go by Elaina J. I guess I feel like it differentiates me from all the other writing ‘Elaina’s’ out there. I am sure it truly doesn’t, but I do what I want.

I guess you could say I have been writing all my life. I wrote a book about how my dad’s head looked like an apple when I was five. When I was in high school my teacher asked me if I’d ever thought about being an author. I hadn’t. (I wanted to be an Air Force jet pilot). I eventually decided to be a style writer and found myself in the Great Big World of Fashion.

I finally got to write.

I became an editor and started a blog about my somewhat socialite life on an antiquated social media site called MySpace. I got fired for it. I wrote about the firing for Jane magazine and got paid for it. Take that, Publisher!

I moved on to a new magazine as the Executive Editor. Nice title, too little pay. It was a high stress job so I left it to work at a gym. Yep. I took people around the gym and sold memberships.

This is where I started to go a little crazy. Like seriously crazy and had to move back in with my parents. A couple months later (too soon), I thought I was better and moved to California to be a Style Editor.

I wasn’t.

I needed an outlet for my writing, so in 2003, I became a blogger for Psych Central called ‘Being Beautifully Bipolar.’ And have been blogging twice a week since then.

Want to know the rest of the story? Well, you’ll just have to read my book, “There Comes a Light: A Memoir of Mental Illness”.

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