Seljalandsfoss, Suðurland, Islandia, 2014-08-16, DD 201-203 HDR
A waterfall in Iceland, photographed from underneath.

My struggle is harsh and I come back
with eyes tired
at times from having seen
the unchanging earth,
but when your laughter enters
it rises to the sky seeking me
and it opens for me all
the doors of life.
– Pablo Neruda, Your Laughter

I have been revising my current manuscript for so long that I cannot see it clearly. I want to finish, I want to be done with this story — I have new stories to write! — but right now I am too close to the story to see it. I need to stop staring at the words.

What do you do when you’re too close to a story? How do you clear your head?