Suddenly bereft

Something very odd happened last night - I accidentally finished my current novel. That's one I'm writing, not one I'm reading. I'm not sure how you'd accidentally finish reading a novel. Although you may be wondering how you accidentally finish a novel. Well, to be honest, so am I.I was writing away, having just started a new chapter, and then suddenly a paragraph turned up that coalesced the essence of the story and a little voice in my head said "You should probably stop there."So I have, stopped that is, for the moment at least. I'm not sure it really is the end, but I need to work out why the little voice thinks it is. If it is the end then there's some even more editing than I had originally planned since quite a lot of my plot remains unwritten (hinted at but not resolved!).One of my fellow Wordwatchers, Julian said after critiquing the first 90K "You seem to be 2/3rds the way through your word count but only halfway through your plot". These, it would seem, were rather prophetic words.Feeling rather empty at the moment, I have lived with these characters for quite some time and suddenly not being involved in their most intimate of moments is rather disconcerting. Perhaps they're living their lives without me?I have an idea of how to resolve all of this, and a severe pruning in the edit will help enormously. In the meantime I'm going to have a few days rest (possibly, the urge to write is still there!) and then write out where I thought the story should end, just in case it turns out I need it.When I know more, I shall share it with you.John