Monday, November 26, 2007

Snatched from the Jaws of Victory

by Anna Sugden


Yes, I did mean it that way around!

Those of us who watch sports have seen it happen all-too-often. That game-winning goal scored as time runs out. That bloop in the 10th inning that results in a run. That horse who comes from nowhere to win it by a nose. When it’s the play-offs, a championship or a title race, and the stakes and tension are high, the agony and ecstasy are extreme


Suddenly, supporters and players split into two camps. Those who celebrate the glory of success and those who are plunged into the shock and misery of defeat. How often do we see the tearful faces of the losing fans - still unable to believe that victory has slipped from their team’s grasp? And how often do we see the men and women who play on through injury and pain, unable to stem the tears or sitting in stunned silence, head bowed.


For those of us who write, it happens all-too-often too. The ‘East German’ judge whose insane score prevents your manuscript from finalling in that crucial contest. The editor who loves your voice and is prepared to buy you, then disappears from the company. The agent who raves about your high concept proposal, then tells you he/she can’t sell it because no-one knows how to market it. And, as several of us Banditas have suffered in recent weeks, the uplifting requests and revisions followed by that depressing rejection.

Even published authors aren’t immune. Tess Gerritsen’s latest paperback release has several chapters missing - worse, in their place is someone else’s work! Late or undelivered promotions, someone more ‘senior’ missing a deadline and taking your launch slot and even a publisher going broke or being bought out, which costs you your contract.

And yet, we battle on. Teams, players and writers. We cry and rant. We relive our tale of vanquishment with friends, partners, family or whoever will listen. We binge on comfort foods and have that extra glass of whatever alcoholic drink is our poison (or is that just me?). We threaten to give up and despair over all wasted blood, sweat and tears we’ve devoted to our project.

Some people do give up. But for most of us, as dawn breaks on a new day, we suck it up and carry on.

Why?

I think the best answer is in a great Superbowl ad from a few years ago. It has clips of players and coaches who hadn’t made it to the Big Game, singing “The Sun Will Come out Tomorrow” (yes, of Annie fame). (You can check it out here http://video.aol.com/video-detail/superbowl-xxxviii-commercial/2682993989 i). The strapline is “As of tomorrow, we’re all undefeated.” Or unrejected.

The fire burning within hasn’t faded. The desire to win still races through our veins.
And tomorrow truly is another day.

In the wonderfully supportive world of romance writing, there is a phrase that is often quoted “The only way to guarantee you have no chance of getting published is not to submit.” You’re encouraged to keep going. To revise or write another book. To submit to a different group of editors and agents. To enter other contests and go to conferences.

To keep throwing those pucks at the net, in the hope that one of them will go in and be the game-winning, Cup-winning goal.

Rejection hurts. But we need to be able to move beyond it. Learn from it. Use it to fire up our determination to succeed.

Cry, whine, sulk, eat chocolate, drink. Get it out of your system. Then tomorrow, get back to the game of writing and submitting.

Because tomorrow is another day. A day in which we are all unrejected.





So what do you do to get through the pain of loss or rejection? Whose shoulder do you cry on? And what is your favourite comfort binge?

68 comments:

Jo Robertson said...

Ah, Anna, I love that quote, so inspiring -- as of tomorrow we are all undefeated! Isn't that what we tell our children when they muff an audition? Or don't get picked for the team? Or fall off their bikes?

Pick yourself up, brush yourself off, and start all over again, just like the song says. Am I the only one who remembers that song?

Great post!

Jo Robertson said...

Waaaa Hooooo!!!! And I took the Golden Rooster!!! First time ever, and oh yeah, I'm gloating and doing the squiggly butt dance in the end zone! Go, Mama Jo!

Kirsten said...

Anna, this is such a great sentiment. I love this approach to rejection/disappointment.

I don't have any particularly creative approaches to dealing with rejection. I do tend to believe things happen when they are meant to happen. Of course, that means you have to do all the work to get yourself ready, and then when success comes knocking, be ready to open the door. :-)

Due to a nasty tendency toward migraines, I can't indulge in chocolate the way I'd like when things don't go my way, but I do hit the ice cream pretty hard. Vanilla, but at least it's ice cream.

Great pictures, by the way! thanks!

Tawny said...

Aww, Anna... I cry on your shoulder, you know that :-)

I whine, I sulk, I prophesy doom and gloom and the end of my world. Then I suck it up, lift my chin and keep on truckin'.

I mean, what else can we do? Quitting isn't an option.

btw, pouting over the GR... I really figured I'd snag it this time.

Oh... hot shoes, btw ;-)

Helen said...

I too love the quote Anna.
I winge and whine to anyone who will listen eat chocolate and chips and then get on with life more determined to get what I want.
I think rejection can make you a stonger person sometimes, be positive and keep going.
Congratulations on the golden rooster Jo look after him till he returns to Oz LOL
Have Fun
Helen

Trish Milburn said...

I think we all know exactly how this feels. I certainly remember it from when I found myself in one of those situations you mention -- having an editor ready to buy but then leave the publishing company. You just have to pick yourself up, dust yourself off, and get back on the horse. It's the only way to eventually find success.

Anna Campbell said...

Hey, where's my GR??!!! Honestly, he just came home to eat and then took off again. Boys! He was just so desperate to flirt with that saucy Jo, I couldn't get him to stay home and do his homework.

Anna, what a wonderful inspiring post! Made me want to stand up and cheer.

Jo, I certainly remember that song. But I have very daggy tastes, including Fred Astaire movies.

Donna MacMeans said...

Chocolate! It soothes the worse rejections. That and Graeter's ice cream. Break out the fat clothes, the psyche needs soothing. Then hit the laptop and resubmit.

Did you see those college football games this weekend. One went to triple overtimes and the other to four overtimes? I hate to see anyone lose when they battle that hard. (My husband doesn't share that sentiment, BTW. He's like the Highlander. When it comes to sports - there can be only one.)

Jo - cool snatch on the rooster. You go, girl!

Christine Wells said...

Jo-Mama, lurrvv that squiggly butt dance! No wonder that Rooster hopped over to stay with you.

Wonderful, inspiring post, V-A! The Carribean must've been goode for your soul, mon:)

After a rejection or a miss in a contest, I'd give myself one day to wallow, then I'd get back up again. You can eat a LOT of hazelnut Lindor balls in a day.

Now, I whine to the Banditas. The responses range from 'Ohhh, poor baby' to 'look on the bright side' to 'snap out of it, girl!' And if all that fails, Aunty Cindy and her crop will REALLY give me something to complain about. Love you guys!!

Buffie said...

I'm a whiner. Always have been. In fact, my junior year I was voted the 2nd whinest gal in the class . . . and I whined over not winning. I always feel like I'm second best, no matter what is going on. But as I have grown older, I believe I have matured a little bit. The whining pretty much stays in my head. Hey, at least it is not coming out of my mouth!! And what do I do to get out of the whine funk? Read a great book of course :)

Shari C said...

Okay, I admit it...I sulk for a while or at least until I can get my hands on some good chocolate. Chocolate always makes me feel better

doglady said...

The visual on Jo's victory dance made me laugh. Go,Jo Jo, Got the rooster, it's your birthday! Okay, I'm done. Can I just say I am the person who came up with the Golden Rooster and he has YET to come to my house! POUT! Okay, I'm done again. Like Christine I give myself one day to wallow in defeat and then I am back at it. Life is too short for anything else. Great quote, Anna!

Susan Seyfarth said...

I'm with Christine--I give myself a limited amount of time to just roll around in the Pit of Depair after a painful rejection. During that time, I weep & gnash my teeth, I say awful things about myself, my writing & my ridiculous ambitions to see it published. I inform both my husband & my CP that I am finally ready to admit defeat & quit this hopeless endeavor.

Then after a day or so (a weekend at the outside) I give up trying to quit. I may not be great at writing, but I'm terrible at *not* writing. Besides, the Pit of Despair is too crammed with empty ice cream bowls & used Kleenex to hang around in any longer. :-)

Susan

Anna Sugden said...

Yay Jo on the GR! And yes, I remember the song ... seem to have been singing it a lot to myself lately *grin*

Anna Sugden said...

I like your thinking, Kirsten - being ready for when success comes knocking. Must remember to be ready!

I think it was Trish who told me about the phrase 'when one door closes, another opens ... but sometimes it's hell in the hallway'. That sums it up for me - lots of time in the hallway!

Anna Sugden said...

LOL Tawny - the shoes were for you *grin*. And you know I cry on your shoulder too. Yours and Beth's.

Having friends who understand really helps me to get over the miseries and get back on track.

Anna Sugden said...

Chocolate and chips, Helen - you're my kind of gal!

Rejection does make you stronger. And if there is constructive advice in with the rejection, it can help you make those step changes needed to boost your writing. They say it's great preparation for reviews too *grin*.

Anna Sugden said...

Trish, you have certainly been through the mill. But look at the success now! You're such a great inspiration.

Anna Sugden said...

Daggy? Foanna, you have me stumped there. I love Fred Astaire movies - how can you do anything but smile when the man dances (him and Gene Kelly)? And there's something really cheeky about him too. He cracks me up in Holiday Inn.

Anna Sugden said...

Ah Donna - we're sisters under the skin! Break out the Cadbury's (supply recently replenished!) and the Ben & Jerry's Banana Split ice cream ... and the fat clothes!

I feel like you about those games which go to multiple overtimes. I also hate games being decided in shoot-outs. Whether it's football (soccer) or hockey - I hate that it comes down to a skills contest, when it's a team sport! Give them the draw or play extra OT ... but get rid of the shoot-out! [steps down off soap-box]

Anna Sugden said...

Oh yes, Christine, Jamaica was fab! Being upgraded to a suite with butler service helped loads *grin*.

And I agree that the Banditas are the best for helping you to get over the miseries!

Anna Sugden said...

Ah Buffie - LOL at being the runner-up whining champ! I bet you look up those great avatars when you're down too - who couldn't be cheered up by them?!

Anna Sugden said...

Glad to see another person who wallows in chocolate, Shari!

Anna Sugden said...

Tomorrow is another day, Doglady! Tomorrow the Golden Rooster could come hopping into your kitchen, crowing merrily!

Anna Sugden said...

Good point about the Pit of despair, Susan. Nothing like a bit of housekeeping to get you back in the mood for writing!

Jeanne (AKA The Duchesse) said...

Cost to replace Microsoft Split keyboard now covered in spewed coffee: $69.00
Same with Wireless Mouse: $59.00
Cost to replace Starbucks Venti Decaf Mocha: $4.15

Mental image of Jo doing a squiggly butt dance in the endzone whilst clutching the Golden Rooster?

Priceless.

Jeanne (AKA The Duchesse) said...

And now, for a REAL comment. Ha! I love Susan's Pit of Despair analogy. Then again, after a day or so, it does get a bit cluttered w/ Kleenex and empty chip bags. Snork. I have a Rejection Plan, crafted as part of the class I teach about surviving the Limbo of being AYU. :> I allow one day to drink several adult beverages - and usually a second cup of Starbucks too and da*n the calorie - buy myself some great chocolate, some flowers, and have a good whiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnneeee. Now that I have the Banditas, it sometimes only takes a few hours to be ready to get back to the keyboard, but I give myself the day anyway because I don't want to miss the chocolate. Snork.

Like someone else said, I can't NOT write, so better to just get through the angst moments and dust it off.

It was a GREAT sports weekend, wasn't it? Living in the Testosterone Zone as I do isn't so bad when you too love sports. :> I LOVE me some Foooootball. Anyone else stay up and watch the Eagles/New England Game? OMG. I kept hoping Philly would pull it off, back-up quarterback and all. And that Arkansas game? Wow. In those moments, I too wish both teams could win. Then again, there was that Cleveland game last weekend...I REALLY wanted Cleveland to win. All was lost, and then...clutch field goal. He missed, no, he didn't. Did he? Heehee. Cleveland won. Yeeha.

Thanks for the fun post Anna. And for the reminder of those commercials. Off-key-singing and all, I love those. :>

Jo Robertson said...

Okay, another song popped into my mind in relation to the topic:

Just what makes that silly old ant
try to move a rubber tree plant
Everyone knows an ANT -- CAN'T
move a rubber tree plant,

But he's got hiiiiighh hopes . . .

Oh, yeah, I'm old!

But really isn't that what we writers feel like we're doing sometimes? And if we don't hang onto the high hopes, don't we get mired in the mud?

Jo, still happy dancing in the end zone and eyeing the plump, juicy-looking GR. Come here, my pretty!

Caren Crane said...

Jo, don't eat the Golden Rooster! He needs to go see Doglady one of these days...though I'm concerned she may have him stuffed and never give him up.

Btw, Doglady, we owe you a huge debt of gratitude for sharing the Golden Rooster with us in the first place! We tried to name him after you, but he objected to having a girly name. *g*

Caren Crane said...

As to rejection, I let most of them roll right off my back. I don't have any rituals or indulge myself.

Except for the incredibly hurtful ones. The ones where I was *this* close, then got rejected. Those are the worst! One even required a beer and a piece of chocolate cake! (thank you, Deb Marlowe, for providing both *g*)

Right now, I am 32 pages from the end of the latest WIP. I can only hope and pray this one will be more successful than the others. I may be back to beer and chocolate cake, or this one may call for champagne. I won't know until I submit!

Nancy said...

Interesting post, Anna. All of us, in whatever field, face rejection. Sometimes it's a project idea at work. Sometimes it's a presentation.

Sometimes it's a manuscript.

On my file cabinet is a picture from several years ago of tennis player Jana Novotna falling to her knees on Centre Court after she won the Wimbledon title for the first and only time. She'd come close the year before, with the formidable Steffi Graf down a set and a break. Novotna seemed on track for the win. Then she choked. All of a sudden, she couldn't do anything right. She was so upset, she wept on the shoulder of HRH The Duchess of Kent when receiving the runner-up trophy.

But she didn't give up. Nor did Steve Beuerlein, who knocked around the NFL for years before becoming backup QB for the Carolina Panthers. The first-stringer left suddenly, and he became the starter--this old guy with no foot speed, bad knees, and not much of a front line to protect him. A year later, he went to the Pro Bowl.

Rejections tend to send me to Starbucks for a caramel frappuccino, complete with whipped cream. A really disappointing one sends me to the mall to buy a purse. Shoe makers reject me by focusing on people with Medium feet--you know, normal people. *g* So I reject them by shopping for purses intead!

Jo, congrats on the rooster!

p226 said...

Hahaha, this reminds me of my old philosophy on dating of all things. I had friends that were shy. They'd refuse to approach an attractive woman out of fear of rejection. "Dude, she'd never go out with me." "Man, she's just way out of my league." "She's too hot, she'll just shoot me down," etc...

My buddies would act like this, and leave me scratching my head. My philosophy was simple, and easily articulated.

Ask out 100 hot women. If 99 turn you down, it's a WIN.

I suppose this philosophy might be applicable to other things in life as well. *g*

MsHellion said...

Rum. I find rum helps a lot. Especially if it's frothed up in a frozen mixture, say Strawberry Daiquiri or Pina Colada (or both)--and you can whine and complain to your nearest and dearest critique partner, who assures you that you didn't want so-and-so to represent you anyway. And that your next book will be absolutely irresistible...so get cracking.

Anna Sugden said...

LOL Jeanne - sorry you had coffee spewage problems ... but glad you're enjoying the day!

It was a mixed weekend of sports in this house ... Devils won twice! Rangers lost - yay! Giants lost - yay! Man Utd lost *sigh* (and this after England lost in the week!) and the Redskins did their usual - loss by less than a score *double sigh*. Much as I hate the Eagles, I wanted them to stick it to the Pats.

Anna Sugden said...

Jo - love that song by Frankie! And your end-zone dance *grin*

Anna Sugden said...

Caren - oh yes, those very, very close ones hurt the most. Probably because your hopes are raised as you get near the goal, only to be dashed at the last minute.

Friends who buy you booze and chocolate cake are priceless though!

Anna Sugden said...

Nancy - there are many tales like that in sports, and I find them all so uplifting and inspiring.

And a little daunting! I'm in awe of those people who can overcome such adversity and succeed. Then I remind myself, that one of these days - that could be me .. surviving the world of an AYU!

Anna Sugden said...

Ah yes, P226 - the Thomas Edison theory of success! Never heard it applied to dating - but I like it!

And it really does apply to writing - because sometimes we have to take a huge leap of faith when we submit to that dream editor or agent. We believe, like the bloke faced with the hot woman, that we haven't a chance ... but you never know!

Anna Sugden said...

Having just got back from Jamaica, Mshellion, I'm all for drowning sorrows in rum ... or my newest vice drink - a Hummingbird!

The great thing about CP's is they always tell the truth!

p226 said...

Anna, you have no idea how disappointed I am that Edison beat me to it!

I thought it was novel. At least in its articulation, though the practice certainly isn't a new idea.

Anna Sugden said...

Ah, but Edison was referring to his attempts to discover the lightbulb, P226. We'll let you claim it for dating hot women *grin*!

Anna Campbell said...

Anna, I ADORE your hallway saying! Must remember that. Because sadly it's true. Susan, the chaos in the pit of despair made me laugh. Sounds like my house most of the time! I SOOO need a cleaner ;-) Hmm, and now I see you got a butler! I'm the one who needs a butler. No fair. Hmm, Buffie, is this how you whine? It sure makes you feel good, doesn't it?

This has been such a fun post! Thanks, VA! Still laughing at P226's mathematical approach to life!

Jeanne (AKA The Duchesse) said...

Anna, I was so LOL about your view of the Eagles. I don't like 'em much either but I think New England needs a set down. I was hoping the Eagles, projected for total a**whooping with McNabb out, would bust their chops. BTW, sorry about Man Utd. And hey, the Eagles gave Brady & co a devil of a showing!

P226, its used in sales too, sorry to say. 99 calls get you to that hundreth call which makes a sale. Besides, if you are smart enough to look at it YOUR way, you get to talk to 99 hot babes, even if they do turn you down for a date. Snork.

Caren Crane said...

Anna, you know you *must* tell us what is in a Hummingbird. Sounds like it might rival the Buttery Nipples!

p226 said...

Anna, you know you *must* tell us what is in a Hummingbird. Sounds like it might rival the Buttery Nipples!

OK Caren. You have my undivided attention.

p226 said...

OHHH!

Drinks!

That'll learn me to read back for context.

Never mind on the undivided attention thing.

Cassondra said...

Down boy.

A Buttery Nipple is a cocktail.

Anna, I have no clue about any of these sports. But that pic of the guy crying on the football field is heart wrenching. I remember the year the Titans went to the Superbowl their first year in Nashville--I watched that guy carry the ball and fall to his knees and reach over the line into the end zone and you could just see that he was absolutely crucified by the fact that he hadn't made it.

Me? I quit.

I start again, of course, with some rather rough kicks in the rear end by my bandita buddies and some other writing friends. But that's how I handle it. I quit.

It's just really important to start again. I admit that I don't have a consistent strategy for that, and sometimes quitting lasts longer than other times.

Jo, it's a really good thing that I was using a cheap keyboard. Otherwise, you'd owe me a Microsoft split ergonomic keyboard--the one with the wave and the hump. And yeah, Jeanne--right about $70.

Y'all, I think it was La Duchesse who first said the "hell in the hallway" to me. I used it for my signature line on some forums for a while. Perhaps I was mis-attributing, but it's a great line.

Anna Sugden said...

Trust me, Foanna - if I could have brought the butler home with me, I would have! When I sell (note the positive) I'm getting a cleaner!

Caren - a Hummingbird seems to have a banana, milk, rum, Baileys, coffee liqueur, creme de cacao, fruit juice and a touch of lime ... though each bartender seemed to make it differently. The amazing thing was it tasted non-alcoholic! And totally delicious!

Anna Sugden said...

Cassondra - yes, that is a heart-breaking picture. It was a heart-breaking moment too. Even if he is a Dallas Cowboy. *spit* *snarl*

It never fails to move me when I see the Stanley Cup finals and see men who play with broken bones and ripped ligaments, who get stitches without anaesthetic and go back out on the ice, break down and cry when they lose. Talk about the agony of defeat. (Course it's great fun when you're on the winning side!)

We won't let you quit for long, sweetie - you have too much talent!

flchen1 said...

Chocolate and ice cream, definitely! A little whining to someone who'll listen understandingly for a while. Maybe a long indulgent shower or bath without anyone pounding on the door wanting anything :)

Then life goes on, and so do we, right? :)

Deb Marlowe said...

Caren, my dear, I was more than happy to provide the beer and chocolate cake. You've been my shoulder to cry upon plenty!

It won't be long, though, before we'll be fighting over who gets to buy the champagne to toast your first sale!

Jo Robertson said...

Oh, allll riiiiight, I'll leave the GR out of the boiling pot!

I'm not a sore loser by any means, but I'm sure a happy winner!!

On a serious note, my daughter was friends with a young man who had muscular dystrophy. When Danny was born, the doctors said he'd never reach his teens. But not only did he do that, he was graduated from college (was one of my husband's students) and attended all kinds of dances and activities. All the time we knew him he was confined to a wheelchair, sometimes a bed wheelchair, but he never stopped going. Finally, he only had movement in one finger, but before he died, shortly before his 30th birthday, he wrote his autobiography and shared his story with thousands of disabled persons.

When I think of Danny, I know I can manage my manuscript rejections. Talk about perseverance!

Beth said...

What a wonderful post, Anna! I'm so lucky to be able to cry on your (and Tawny's) shoulder *g*

Like Kirsten, I believe things happen for a reason and I've never let a rejection bring me down for too long - and I've never once thought of quitting. But after a particularly painful rejection this summer, I eased the pain by having cheese fries and a hot fudge sundae for supper :-) It worked wonders!

Anna Sugden said...

We certainly do, flchen1! An indulgent bath sounds great ... maybe I should add spa treatment to my sulking routine *grin*

Anna Sugden said...

You're right, Deb - we'll be toasting Caren shortly, I'm convinced of it!

Anna Sugden said...

That's a really touching story, Jo. Danny sounds like a wonderful young man.

Anna Sugden said...

I knew I liked the way you think, Beth - cheese fries and hot fudge sundae - yum!

And the best thing about crying on each other's shoulders is that we also get to squeal with delight and share the good news too!

Kate Carlisle said...

Hi Anna! Love the sports analogies!

Well, of course I whine and sulk....for about 2 hours. Preferably with a glass of wine. Whine and wine, they naturally go together. Hot fudge helps, too. ;-)

Then I get over it and get back to work, more determined than ever.

There's an old saying I revamped and adopted to be my motto, and it goes like this:

PUBLICATION IS THE BEST REVENGE.

How can you get your revenge if you give up, huh? So never give up!!!

P.S., Very hot shoes!!

doglady said...

Shoot, Caren, you figured out my dastardly plan. Come to Mama, GR, it won't hurt a bit. Now where is that stuffing??? I will be celebrating the 20th anniversary of my 29th birthday at the end of December and I have never had a drink. Not even a sip of alcohol in any way. No moral decision - just Welsh/English drunks on one side of my gene pool and Native Americans on the other. Not great odds especially for a musician who are already hedonists at heart anyway - music, food and sex, not necessarily in that order on any given day. HOWEVER, I fully intend to break my self-imposed sobriety the day I sign a publishing contract. Champagne until I drop. I hope you are all there to see it. Don't worry, my loving brothers intend to film it!

Keira Soleore said...

I can't believe it!!! There's a jar of Nutella on the post, and instead of being the one to snag the GR, I'm the 60th one to post. SIGH!!!

Keira Soleore said...

V.Anna, loved the "we're undefeated" motto.

Jo, also loved your quote: "Pick yourself up, brush yourself off, and start all over again."

OMG, Tess Gerritsen's story sounds like such a nightmare, especially if this were to happen to a debut author. I can't imagine how crushed she would be to go for a book launch party and discover this.

Kirsten, I'm totally with you there on the vanilla ice cream. Bestest in the world.

Foanna, what's a "daggy taste"? (mystified)

Christine, aren't you lucky to have this group of amazing friends?? some who'll hug, others who'll let you cry on their shoulders, some others who'll give you a pep talk, and yet others who'll apply boot-to-butt. Perfect group of friends. You get to go through all the stages of grief and then move on.

Butler-service, V.Anna?! Gotta hear more about your trip to Jamaica.

Anna Sugden said...

Love it, Kate - can't wait to get my revenge! Glad you liked the shoes ... I'm thinking of treating myself ;)

Anna Sugden said...

Doglady - we'll all be with you ... raising glasses and toasting your success. And don't worry, the Banditas won't tell what you get up to after a few glasses of the bubbly.

Anna Sugden said...

Keira - there you are. The Nutella was just for you!

Keira Soleore said...

Jo, you had me in tears over Danny's story. What an amazing young man!!

Keira Soleore said...

V.Anna, a tip o' the hat to you for that yummy chubby jar of Nutella.

Caren, I want to know the story behind how you know about that particular cocktail and if you've ever ordered one.

Anna Sugden said...

Keira - we were staying at Sandals Negril and were upgraded to butler service! The butler does pretty much everything for you - they offer to unpack, iron an outfit for you and hubby each day, reserve seats on the beach for you, reserve tables at dinner, bring you drinks on the beach and room service. You name it, they try to provide the service. And they also do really nice little touches like sprinkling rose petals on the bed at turn-down and putting flowers on your dinner table *sigh* I could have brought Jerry home with me!

All that and white sand, turquoise sea, a stack of great books to read and lovely hubby. Life's tough *Grin*

Caren Crane said...

Keira, the Buttery Nipples are courtesy of Suz. She will have to rhapsodize...I mean, tell you all about them. I intend to try one in San Francisco. I bet they're great with Nutella and caramel koalas!