A few weeks back, and just days before I drove to North Carolina, I found out that something had eaten the wires in my car that led from the transmission to the speedometer. We got it fixed. I drove down south and had a wonderful time. Three days after I got back our little rodent friend ate them again. Add in a broken refrigerator and a convention for my husband and you have a mess of chaos that's spilled into my writing.
I'm proud to say I've manage to write a non zero number of words. It's progress. I am still stalled out on chapter four. In the mean time I passed my outline off to my writers group. I am so very glad I did. They pointed me towards a new opening and suggested some plot twists that I had overlooked. I'm working on the new chapter one now, hopefully to finish this week, and then the chapters will be going up for critique. Having a writer's group has been the best step I could have made.