Some spiritual writers claim that we have the knowledge of the universe inside our own heads and that all humans– and all of life– is connected.
This would mean that we can get into the heads of anyone at all, which is fortunate of there would be no acting– no plays, movies, television shows.
I find I stay away from the character’s heads because I don’t want to go that deeply into the novel. Yet to write a successful novel, I have to do just that.
Tolstoy inhabited the mind of his characters. Dostoyevsky would follow people in the street, imitating their walk, so he could understand their thought process. Indeed any gesture of our own or another’s discloses a lot, if not, everything about us (and each other).
And our character’s lives. The way Anna Karenina puts on her gloves and the way that Emma Bovary put on a hat tell us volumes about both women.
I think getting into another’s head frightens me because I associate it with insanity but in fact, it is the opposite of insanity which frequently locks a person into their own mind, incapable to relating to another.
I think I will spend time getting into the head’s of my characters after all.