it's my rank dimwittedness wot's my most appealing characteristic . . .

[realthog]

. . . so you can just imagine what the rest are like.

Over the weekend, an e-mail from the divine norilanabooks informed me sweetly (as sweetly as only norilnabooks can) that I'd managed to post the wrong version of the Leaving Fortusa ARC cover proof here.

What I posted was the penultimate proof, which differed by one word on the back from its successor. So here, in the interests of completeness or something like that, is the correct version:


 


(Nervously scrutinizes pic to make sure he hasn't made the same knuckleheaded mistake again. Phew!)

To repeat: If anyone would like to review the book on their blog (or elsewhere), I've been told I can dish out PDFs of the ARC. Send me your e-address via the LJ system, and I'll despatch a copy in your direction pronto(ish).

 

Comments

[fledgist.livejournal.com]

Er, no. The masterpiece was the piece of work produced by a journeyman member of a guild to show that he (it was usually a he) had reached a level of attainment satisfactory enough to be admitted to the rank of master.

I've heard the term used correctly once, by an elderly gentleman whose father was a farrier. His father made a wrought iron gate as his masterpiece.

[realthog.livejournal.com]

"The masterpiece was the piece of work produced by a journeyman member of a guild to show that he (it was usually a he) had reached a level of attainment satisfactory enough to be admitted to the rank of master."

I know this. I was joking. RealThog stuffs own head down nearest toilet by way of apology.

[fledgist.livejournal.com]

Oops. I should have realised this. Will shoot myself for being dimwitted.

[realthog.livejournal.com]

"Will shoot myself for being dimwitted."

That's the only optionleft open to you. The toilet's already taken.

[fledgist.livejournal.com]

Drat, now where did I leave my blunderbuss. That's the only thing for blunders.

[hutch0.livejournal.com]

I always think of a blunderbuss as having something to do with London Transport. Along with the blundertrains and the Blunderground.

[realthog.livejournal.com]

Isn't a blunderbuss when you're so drunk at a party you find you're kissing the wrong person?

[fledgist.livejournal.com]

Especially at a party with an eighteenth-century theme.

[hutch0.livejournal.com]

I think it may be too late to submit that one to The Meaning Of Liff, but it deserves to be included.

[fledgist.livejournal.com]

*snort*