About the Writer


I am many things. I am an older sister, a devout reader and bookworm, writer, musician, blogger, Dumbledore’s Army member, lemon meringue pie enthusiast and firm believer in the supremacy of book boys.

There are lots of things in the world that I love: food, specifically pie (about which you will never hear the end of here on Crown Print), specifically of the lemon meringue kind. Also in the undoubtedly abnormal situation that you have not already realized it, I will tell you now: I am entirely attached to my camera. One day, I will either marry it (being the camera) or my bookshelf, both of which are very likely.

I have a particular attachment to music. I’ve played the piano since I was a child and have had a little sister (my whole world) play the guitar from about that same  age. I am very well the person who concentrates and works better if there’s music playing in the background–it might be because I’m a very sensory person, or it might be because I’m an entirely devoutly religious person (the kind that listens to religious stories and songs and music and just plays the whole thing by ear) and get everything done in faith of my religion, which is what keeps me going and pushes me to get things done. However, I am entirely sensory, far more so than the average person. I see, I hear, I smell, and most of all: I feel. Everything I feel is entirely like a maximized projection when compared to other people.

Of everything I feel–pain, confusion, anger, devotion, allegiance, compassion, and just joy–I enjoy the feeling of writing about things that have never existed, of merging my own words and ideas to make another sort of creation: a book.

There’s a reason I write about unreal things: I’m not good at writing about reality because I’ve lived it far too long for it to remain interesting. I write about the unreal because there is no practicality or need for it in the unreal. All you need is a vivid imagination and a willpower strong enough to believe in it.screen-shot-2016-11-19-at-11-07-26-pm

screen-shot-2016-11-20-at-9-33-42-pmBefore Crown Print came Bookzillan Society. Soon after, I decided to revamp and rename my blog, while still keeping it as a book blog. I went through many names: Ink Songs, Ink Fringe, Ink Skirts…but none of them stood out to me. Finally, one day, I was thinking of perfect Dorian Havilliard, the Crown Prince of Adarlan, and then it came to me–crown print. Crown, as in the supremacy of, and print, as in books and pages and words.

My blog is about learning to live through words, and books, and creating journeys and experiences that are memorable, light-hearted, and thoroughly magical.screen-shot-2016-11-19-at-11-07-26-pm


Since this header in its own has done an excellent job being entirely too hip for my taste, I will take a full turn and present you with my latest project, the bookstagram, of which I’ve only been at for just about a month or so.

I blogged for a bit before I hit bookstagram, and when I did at first, it was too much of an on-and-off thing. It actually took me quite a bit to realize that my book photos were actually very terrible and I might want to look at other peoples’ book photos for further inspiration and improvement. It actually took me quite a bit to realize I actually loved this photo-taking art.

And then of course, I came to terms with my avidly desiring personality.

It’s just too much of who I am. I am too much a person who never stops desiring for more, and more, and so then bookstagram struck me. Commitment and following through has always been difficult for me, especially because I’m so quick to bounce between things, and I’m so quick to have a change of heart. My eye is always changing, and for some reason, my thick head that refuses to listen is also always changing, and it is so simply unstoppable.

So now I am on an unending, hard core bookstagram quest to find my eye. I don’t know yet what aesthetic I like. I’ve went through so many things–colorful, simple, monochromatic, modern, cluttered, and finally I’ve half-settled on rustic contemporary. It’s the style that I feel might just be the one that I’m going to be in love with for a bit.

I don’t like the cluttered feel, rather I like the more contemporary, light, simple primitive kind of aesthetic for bookstagram. I don’t like a whole lot of color, and I don’t like going out and buying things for bookstagram, but I am in love with flowers and candles and wood. I’ve almost nearly come to terms with my demanding personality. There’s always a prop that I can go out and buy no matter how much I’ve already got, and so I’m presently trying to settle with what I have and create visual aesthetic and art out of that. I’m presently trying to come up with new ways to feel somewhat adept at this photo-taking thing and create things that I like without chiding myself after my own inept taste and skill.

So then.

Upon the incident that you did go look at @sixofpages, my account, and told me how to have a better aesthetic or even just praised what I’ve come to thus far, I have the peripheral feeling that I might just start becoming less inept at judging for the right angle or when to click the snap, and instead just fall in love with this book-aesthetic society more and more each day.

I’ve written and erased and rewritten this section just about four times now, so I’ll just be up and front about it: every day I go through my notifications and I see all these people leaving comments and a follow and such–and you’d think I would be used to it by now, blogging for about eight months hence far, but in all honesty? It continues to make me excited, each time I read a different comment and reply therein.

But! That’s simply not it. Even after I leave a comment in reply, or I leave a comment on another website or blog–I’m always excited then as well. Interaction and communication with other people has always been fun for me, because that is simply the extroverted person I am. And through the interwebs, communicating with other people is even more exciting. It’s deeper, and it’s different, and it’s wholly formative in a different way.

So all I’m asking is this: This page is (hopefully) your first (hopefully good) impression of me, and I don’t want it to be your only impression of me. So perhaps drop a follow? It always makes my day, and maybe one particular day along the way when you see the latest blog post from Crown Print in your inbox–a blog post that speaks to you like no other–it will make your day too.screen-shot-2016-11-19-at-11-07-26-pm

I’m Veda, pronounced vay-da. I’m that character from the book you haven’t read just yet. Welcome to Crown Print.


screen-shot-2016-11-20-at-9-34-56-pmAll my photos are taken off Google Image search or taken by me, unless stated otherwise. I design my graphics. Select clipart is taken from AngieMakes. All graphics that are designed by Freepik are credited within the graphic.

Taking my work without permission and/or credit is considered stealing, which really upsets me. If you want to inquire after how I make graphics or what tools I use, I would be more than happy to help you! Just ask. Don’t assume anything. If you would like to use one of my photos or my graphics, PLEASE ask permission first and remember to add appropriate credit. I would love to help you, but using my work for your use without asking me first and crediting me–it is very much stealing, and it very much makes me curl up in a corner and deprive myself of pie. No happiness. Unless you are screaming praise at me and to do so, you need one of my photos or my graphics or my blog posts–or anything mine, really–feel free w/o express permission, but make sure–credit me as well, of course. As long as it involves lots of praise and lots of it about me. ❤screen-shot-2016-11-19-at-11-07-26-pm


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