I'm re-typing the first draft (half done) of Sexton Sand, Sexton Chronicles Vol. 4.
I try to keep my chapters to about 1,500 words--a couple of pages in length. Fast chapters, fast page-turning and hopefully seat-of-the-pants stuff. I hope it keeps you reading until you're afraid you'll hate yourself in the morning. That's the way I like my fiction.
But even I had to shake my head at myself, in a sort of blushing, grinning, impish way.
I have four chapters in a row in Sexton Sand describing a battle in a canyon. Each of those four chapters ends in a cliff-hanging sentence. Heck, I wrote them, and I'm turning the page and cussing at myself because there's no good place to stop.
I hope you're not looking for an apology for that. There isn't one coming.