There is a tempo to a story, a certain beat that carries the audience along the plotline. It may leisurely lag, snagging on every hiccup, snaring on every sigh. It may merrily syncopate, speeding along the trills and whistles with nary a gathering breath.
There is no right or wrong. There is only rhythm.
Cup your hand to your ear, young author. Listen to the beat of your tale and sing along attentively.
Post-Note: I spent yesterday battling an oak tree for dominance in my parents’ front yard. My newest writing project got not a thought… hence, a post more generalized than I usually prefer. Sorry about that.