Quote: zooo @ March 29 2009, 4:00 PM BST
F**k me, if you look at her Wiki page, she wrote about 30 books/stories a year, Jesus. Prolific old cow.
Just going off-thread for a mo' (well Kenneth has above, anyway it's late, no one will notice) - yes she was prolific, and whilst alive an entry in the Guinness Book of Records identified her as THE MOST prolific author in the UK.
- 'Over 600 books, (wiki estimates 800) many songs, poems and plays, RAN MAGAZINES and clubs ALL at the same time - (note the plural S in magazines). She was the most prolific, widely translated and avidly read of all children's writers'.
Out of breath yet?
Additionally she wrote thousands of articles for her magazines, all-in-all 600 million books sold worldwide.
Yep, she was prolific alright. Anyway, Wiki credits her as I mentioned in an earlier post as STILL today, being the 6th most translated author IN THE WORLD - yet she died way back in 1968!
I can't find the appropriate page in my old hardback copy of Barbara Stoney's biography of her, Stoney herself died just a few weeks ago, (£1 at a secondhand bookshop years ago, and regarded by many as the definitive biog of Enid Blyton) - I have the red covered copy, now maybe a collectors item in its own right; the reprints being in pictorial jackets.
But briefly, from memory it goes like this: Asked where she gets her jokes from that her characters tell in her books she replied that until the very moment the character tells the joke she had never heard it at all! And often stopped typing to laugh at the joke her character had just said. As wiki calculate that her prodigious output meant 10,000 words per day, every day, therefore I can only surmise, it must be true.
(EDIT: Found it - it's at the end of the passage I quote from below).
Of the many letters she wrote, those in response to professor McKellar still exist; he wanted to know more of her thought and writing process. Here is a portion of one letter that shows the spooky 'automatic' writing process in action -
"I shut my eyes for a few minutes, with my portable typewriter on my knee - I make my mind blank and wait - and then, as clearly as I would see real children, my characters stand before me in my mind's eye. I see them in detail - hair, eyes, clothes, expression - and I always know their Christian names, but never their surname. . . More than that, I know their characters - good, bad, mean, generous, brave, loyal. hot-tempered and so on. I don't know how I know that - it's as instinctive as sizing up a person in real life - they talk and laugh (I hear them) and perhaps I see that one of them has a dog or a parrot, and I think -'Ah - that's good. That will liven up the story.' Then behind the characters appears the setting, in colour of course, of an old house - a ruined castle - an island - a row of houses.
That's enough for me. My hands go down on my typewriter keys and I begin. The first sentence comes straight into my mind, I don't have to think of it - I don't have to think of anything.
The story is enacted in my mind's eye almost as if I had a private cinema screen there. The characters come on and off, talk, laugh, sing - have their adventures- quarrel - and so on. I watch and hear everything. writing it down with my typewriter - reporting the dialogue (which is always completely natural) the expressions on the faces, the feelings of delight, fear and so on. I don't know what anyone is going to say or do. I don't know what is going to happen. I am in the happy position of being able to write a story and read it for the first time, at one and the same moment. . .
. . . Another odd thing is that sometimes something crops up in the story which I am sure is wrong, or somehow out of place. Not a bit of it! It rights itself, falls into place - and now I dare not alter a thing I think is wrong. I have never yet found my 'under-mind' to make a mistake, though I make plenty myself in ordinary life. It's much cleverer than I am! . . .
. . . I don't pretend to understand all this. Sometimes a character makes a joke, a really funny one, that makes me laugh as I type it on my paper - and I think 'Well, I couldn't have thought of that myself in a hundred years!' And then I think. 'Well, who did think of it then?' . . .
- Can't wait for the film to come out.