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Revamp, pt 1.

I decided I want to dig in and take this blog, and more broadly the "Palmerpink Brand" as it were, more seriously. Ok, maybe not that seriously, but yeah.

I wrote up a larger exploration on my other blog of initial questions to lay out some basic considerations regarding a revamp, asking things like the What, Who, and Why of this blog. Some of these things I'd explored previously, but I wanted to dig into deeper this time around.

In short, I want to use this blog to share things I find meaningful and hope others will be interested in, as well as reflections and updates about my life; I want to write for myself, but also people who care about me and/or the sorts of things I share about (eg, reviews about culture and such); and I want to commit to my voice mattering, to deciding my blog matters to whatever little degree it can.

(I also floated the possibility of culling posts that are no longer representative of what I want in this blog, as well as any stupid labels... This is also important because, if I ever decide to monetize this blog, I'll probably need to replace any potentially copyrighted images and such.)

I'll lay out further plans, maybe even tiered/staged lists to gather what I find as I research and put forth plans for moving forward, but those will likely also go on the other blog so as to not clutter things up here with too much tedium.


Image by William Iven from Pixabay.
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