OK, I wrote the title then made a cup of coffee. I couldn't take it. I'm only a few sips in, so forgive me if I'm foggy.
I stayed up late working on the outline until it became staying up late not working on the outline, or at least hitting a certain block in the road and not making anymore progress. Maybe my erstwhile title of Queen of the First Chapter should have been Queen of the First Act (all right, sure, maybe I was just a princess). Up in the wee hours, I finally realized that I've stumbled in this same spot again and again; maybe it wasn't obvious before because I have managed to move a bit past in a story or two, only to hit the middle and stall out (even if I kept writing to the end).
Here's a wiki on Three Act Structure for anyone not familiar. There are unboubtably better ones or ones more directed toward printed fiction, but again, first cuppa.
So I hit the end of Act One....and I got nothin'. Zip. Nada. While outlining (rather than writing by the seat of my pants) leaves me a little vague on the opening scene--I know what should happen with none of my usual vision on just how it happens--at least I have something to go on. I get to the end Act One...surely there's an organic "something" that'll rise out of the story....
...That until now has focused solely on the reactions and actions of my main character while the antagonist has sat thumb twittling in my notebook with just a wee bit of diabolical masterminding to get the ball rolling.
Good thing yah can't see me blush.