How To Poetry Chat

Hello Poetteers,

I started #PoetteerChat because I barely saw any twitter chats about poetry. That is starting to change.

How to participate

Chats are time specific, so be timely.
Don't directly tag the host unless you are having a conversation with them. If you are just answering a question of the chat then don't. Then the only people who will see the tweet is the people who follow both you and the host. The chat is for everyone participating. The chat is created to help you grow and create new friendships.
Questions are presented as Q1, Q2, etc. Answer the questions by A1, A2, etc so that we know which questions the responses belong to.
Use hashtag specific to chat, so that everyone participating can see what you have to say.
Engage with other participants. Invite those who may be interested.
Suggest topics for future chats.

How to host

Choose a day and time.
Choose theme or topic.
It can be a one-time thing. If re-occurring, make it weekly or monthly.
Create a Twitter list for those who participate and want reminders.
Batch create questions to go with a specific topic. Do it ahead of time. 5 to 6 questions are the average amount for an hour-long chat.
Make graphics to go with reminders and questions.

Examples of what to chat about

Poetry Writing Sessions
Book club
Bring guests
Different topics of chosen theme
Celebrate writing or book anniversary

Stay inspired,

Fida

Download How To Poetry Chat PDF.

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