Fear of the Blank Page

Okay, one chapter down, another twenty or thirty to go, but what's chapter two?  Things are obviously going to get worse for my heroine, else there's no story, but how do I start?  The blank page glows, menacingly, defying me to sully it with my imperfect thoughts.  I remember a professional artist talking about this fear.  His response was to scribble over the pure sheet, to mark it, defile it, because once it was no longer blank, he couldn't spoil it; it was spoiled already; he could begin.

I've made a start on Chapter two, with an apology to my heroine, partly from one of the characters who will make her life more difficult, partly from me, because I'm doing the same thing.