Journey to Web Surfer Part III

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Part One: a concussion launched me on the journey to the Web Surfer Series as it is today.

Part Two: How God taught me to rely more on God in the writing process on the journey to the Web Surfer Series.

[tweetthis remove_twitter_handles=”true” remove_url=”true” remove_hidden_hashtags=”true” remove_hidden_urls=”true”]Part Three: Eye-opening lessons from an unexpected, challenging answer to a sci-fi author’s prayer. ow.ly/Qiq5A [/tweetthis]

01 Andrea Graham 2Preview of Part Three:

The character God challenged me to write about, Elisha Micah Gabrielson, was born with gender-ambiguous genitalia. In his day, the turn of the 22nd century, such children’s original birth certificates always give their gender as “intersexed” and the only treatment option the parents are allowed is surgery to give the child normal female genitalia. Elisha was born to Christian conservatives who went against this tide to raise their child as male and fought a court battle to get him legally recognized as male and to get him surgery to give him normal male genitalia.

regenerationThey won those objectives when he was five. By then, he already shared his family’s Christian faith and conservative values, he self-identified as male, and he desired surgery to be a normal boy. When puberty partially feminized him again, the surgical options he was given for gaining full adult male functioning struck him as immoral, and he retains an all or nothing mentality on that issue clear into his sophomore year of college. The local church he grew up in accepts the teen as-is, but he gets rejected a lot in our wider subculture by folks confusedly mistaking him for a female-to-male transsexual. Likewise, the world hates him for his beliefs.

Continue reading Journey to Web Surfer Series Part III at Helping Hands Press’s blog

Part Four is expected to conclude this testimony at the end of August.

[tweetthis remove_twitter_handles=”true” remove_url=”true” remove_hidden_hashtags=”true” remove_hidden_urls=”true”]Journey to #WebSurfer PT3: Eye-opening lessons from an unexpected, challenging answer to #sci-fi author @andreajgraham’s prayer. ow.ly/Qiq5A [/tweetthis]

[tweetthis remove_twitter_handles=”true” remove_url=”true” remove_hidden_hashtags=”true”]Journey to #WebSurfer PT2: How God challenged @andreajgraham to rely more on God in the writing process. http://ow.ly/Qlc69[/tweetthis]

[tweetthis remove_twitter_handles=”true” remove_url=”true”]A concussion stole @andreajgraham’s story and launched the Journey to the #WebSurfer Series as it is today. ow.ly/OKaph [/tweetthis]

Journey to Web Surfer

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I recently shared a testimony that I encourage you to go check out. Here is a preview.

In the spring of 2011, I excitedly began work on the first novel of a new sci-fi series. While still writing the first few chapters, my husband decided to go to a last-minute, Saturday seminar about twenty minutes away from where we lived. I’d been looking forward to a relaxing day at home with him and asked that we skip this one, but he insisted, so off we went, with a device with directions on it in my hand.

We never arrived.

Instead, I “woke up” from strange dreams about five hours later, in the ER, to the face of my worried, devastated husband, with the human version of the cone of shame around my neck and an egg-sized lump on the right front side of my head. It became apparent I’d been in altered state of consciousness and asking the same questions repeatedly: what happened (passenger-side collision, I was the passenger), is the car okay (no, we had to replace it), whether I’d made my deadlines on editing projects I was also working on at the time (yes, the day before the accident).

Big expensive, scary tests followed, with me softly singing “Jesus, Jesus How I trust thee” while still half out of it to self-comfort. Turned out I had a “mild” concussion. I’d hate to taste severe.

When we got me home, I like a total addict was back on my computer within the first twenty-four hours practically, wanting to go right back to work on my passion.

It turned out there was a reason I hadn’t asked about my writing project. My novel had flown totally out of my head. All I had was what little had been down already.

For more see How God Rescued Web Surfer at New Authors Fellowship.