Well, I did a final-polish draft of "Knock on Coffins," which might even be done and which I somehow didn't hate, and I did another draft of "Overkill," which involved adding ~1500 words to it. I'm feeling like the story is broken and also not very good, but since I can't actually identify anything in specific wrong with it other than "WAHHHH!" and I can't figure out what else i Might be doing with it other than randomly sticking in bits of padding that serve no actual narrative purpose, I'm going to chalk that reaction up to me being stupid and emo rather than any actual problems with the story, and get the hell on with my life.
And now I'm going to archery. To shoot things.