Finally, we are in the final week of Winter.  In Victoria, it’s likely that no one will let the weather in on that, but in my back yard, the magnolias are blooming, along with the almond and slowly, the seasons turn.     I have hardly been present here.  What I have been doing is writing, and getting through this wintering. I am halfway through the editing process of the second draft of my book, a process that has involved slashing eight thousand words so far, mostly from the first chapters, those leaps of imagination that it took to get the the whole thing off the ground.  I am finding that it is a useful and a thoughtful thing, having taken two years to…