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The Written & The Lost 116 2.09.2026
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The Written & The Lost 117 2.16.2026
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The Written & The Lost 118 2.23.2026
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What to Expect This Year
Happy February everyone! I hope the new year has been treating you well so far. This last month we’ve been getting back into the swing of things. The Written & the Lost is back on a consistent recording schedule; Records of the Unknown season 3 is starting up well and slow; and we have some other projects coming along nicely, though we aren’t ready to show anything there quite yet. Life stays busy; there’s a lot we’d like to do, or that is taking longer than expected due to schedules and surprise medical stress. But we’re having fun! We are creating together: as creators, as friends, as a family. We’re excited to move forward into this new month and share our adventures and love and stories with you all! Thank you so much for being here, for being a part of the community, whether vocal or not. Thank you for sharing in our stories and being a part of our story.
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P.S. My lovely wife and I will be at the Neosho Art Con over in Neosho, Missouri, on Saturday the 7th. If you’re in the area, we’d love to see you; it was one of our favorite conventions last year, and we’re excited to be there again.
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Cast Corner: Mountains
I grew up near mountains. As a kid, it was always easier to tell which way was north by glancing at the skyline than a compass. The mountains were such a presence that even indoors you still kind of just knew, like your brain remembered and your hand could just point them out. Despite living within walking distance of the foothills, we didn’t venture into the mountains themselves too much. Something about living there, with such easy access to the wildness and grandeur of the mountains, felt a little too familiar. Like “I could go camping any old time; does it have to be now?”
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I live in the Ozarks now – and yes, I’m one of those people who makes fun of how small the Ozark “Mountains” are. A part of me thinks I might have missed out on a few more trips to that almost sacred wildness of the mountains than I might like. I suppose I could kick myself for taking such an opportunity for granted, looking back on my time near the mountains as one of many unfulfilled potentials along the course of my life. But I don’t know about that. I think it's just as important to remember you lived in that time once, feeling the things you felt and pressured by everyday cares and struggles. Looking back on these small missed opportunities with regret can sometimes be just another thing you’ll regret in the future. In the end, this regret, if it doesn’t motivate change today, just distracts you from the good things you have in your life right now.
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Speaking of now, I can still point out the mountains on my clearer days. I can’t see the mountains I grew up near, of course, they’re too far away. No, I can point out today’s “mountains”. The good things in my life I am at risk of taking for granted. And if I can point them out – to myself – maybe I’ll be sure to enjoy them while I can.
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Can you see your mountains?
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Thanks for supporting us in any way you can.
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We love the community that we are seeing grow, and we hope to see more and more of you!
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All our love to you and yours,
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The Atomic Broadcasting crew
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