Thank you, Enid Blyton

Something a little different this month. I'm often asked about the issue of books for young people and responsibility -- the possibility of triggering, etc. This is the true story of how seriously I took books as a child in 1970s Belfast. 

Thank You, Enid Blyton

Enid Blyton barely mentioned bedrooms.

Why should she when there were so many

More exciting places to fall into adventure:

Secret passages, ruined castles, treasure islands?

Bedrooms were for sneaking out of at exactly midnight.

The Cregagh Estate in the 1970s, where even the rooves were flat,

Couldn’t compete with the Five Find Outers spying

On suspects from behind the windows of village teashops;

Or Barney the circus boy who tramped the kingdom

With a monkey on his shoulder, sleeping under hedges.

Barney was tall and noble with strange blue eyes,

A secret sorrow, and a long-lost father,

And if I couldn’t join midnight feasts at Malory Towers

I wouldn’t have minded snuggling up under a hedge with him.

Enid had spoilt me for the front bedroom at number 33,

For brown flowery wallpaper and brushed-nylon sheets.

Enid knew I should be opening my window onto Mistletoe Farm  

With a pony in the stable, and hens in the yard.

At the very least there should be a secret passage.

My life was horribly devoid of secret passages.

I thought it must be something to do with Belfast.

The Famous Five never fell into adventure round here.

I rode my bike round the estate looking for lost dogs to love

And empty houses which would turn out to be

The headquarters of midnight-signalling smugglers.

The old lady next door rustled in long black skirts

And didn’t like children. Clearly a smuggler’s accomplice.

So one July in 1976, I crept out of bed and outside

To spy. From my vantage point on the front steps

Number 31 looked innocent enough, its windows dark

And blank. But I was too well-read to be fooled by the ordinary.

I had my torch, my notebook to record Suspicious Movements,

And a stolen packet of custard creams to stave off starvation

Should the watch prove lengthy. Enid had taught me well.

Daddy, pulling open the front door at ten past midnight,

In blue Y-fronts and a rage worthy of Uncle Quentin,

Didn’t know which to be more shocked at: the spying or the fact

That, tucked into my brushed-nylon dressing gown pocket,

Was the front door key, ready to let me back in when my task was

Done. I wasn’t stupid enough to lock myself out.

                                                

What Influences Me? Eve Ainsworth

Someone asked me recently what influences my writing, and though this seems a straightforward question, the answer is not so simple.

When I was younger, a child and teen – this would’ve been much easier to answer. I was influenced by everything I read. I absorbed my books like a giant, eager sponge and tried so hard to replicate the voice of Judy Blume and later Christopher Pike. Of course I failed, because it wasn’t until much later that I realised that you can never be someone else (whether that be in writing or in life!) However, practicing had started a love for writing and a strong desire to improve.

Later still, I attempted adult thrillers and much of my influences came from the gritty dramas and British films. I loved (and still do love) bleak and dark environments - places where you know something is going on beneath the surface. I remember visiting seasides out of season and Dungeness in the depths of winter. These settings helped to shape and improve my writing.

I’ve blogged about it before, but my most recent influence has been working in a school. Both 7 days and Crush (out next year) were developed whilst working directly with teens. Hearing their problems and having their voices circulating within me on a daily basis helped to shape my characters and plot. It also inspired me to write in a particular way. I knew that I wanted to write powerful and gritty books that could relate to young people.

Most recently I have been playing around with new ideas, something perhaps for younger readers. The idea came purely from listening to my young daughter chat relentlessly about her obsession – she is likely autistic, and her obsessions are very much part of her character. Being influenced by your child is a wonderful thing because you can share the experience with them. Even if nothing comes of this project, we will still have something we can enjoy together.

However, in conclusion to this piece, and the answer that I give when asked, is that in the main teenagers inspired and continue to inspire me the most of anyone or anything I’ve encountered. I’ve met teens that are young carers, that battle mental illness, that have experienced bullying or victimisation. I’ve met teens who struggle under the daily pressures of modern life, yet still find time to be the most funny and care-free bunch of characters I’ve ever met.

I’m blessed to write for teenagers because they truly are an inspiration and long may this continue!

 

 

Eve Ainsworth is the author of 7 Days (Scholastic) a novel about bullying from two perspectives. Crush will be out early 2016.