Outlining the party helped me do something else to: finally figure out how to tie up the revelation that Sam's friend who was killed in the crash was pregnant, with other bits and pieces I'd been weaving into the story. I think that was the last little piece of the plot remaining where I hadn't actually figured out what happened. (As opposed to merely not knowing how to write something, which is different, and common, and easily surmounted.) In theory, it's smooth sailing from here on out, but I've said that before.
More writing this weekend. I've had a serious case of the winter blahs this week, and haven't been feeling creative. But it's going to warm up so: think positive!