Isle of Goat Writing

This is the island that I am going to lie on when I am a semi famous author:

There is no argument about this being a tropical Island. I don't do cold. Not after fifteen straight winters in Michigan. From Michigan I moved with the Military to Hawaii, and the day we left, with two sedated cats, no furniture, a couple of suitcases, and my son well on the way, at the end of May, it was still snowing in Michigan. We stepped off the plane into 85 degree weather in Honolulu, and I knew I would not be willingly experiencing another Midwest winter.

After seven years in central Texas, I am ready to add ocean to the mix. And goats.

These are the goats who will live on the roof of my humble cottage on my tropical Island when I am a semi famous author:

As long as they keep the grass cropped and do not pee through my ceiling, we will be on good terms. I have a good relationship with goats in general. Goats are even more awesome to me than dogs. They run to greet you, love to be petted, and if you are a real sicko, you can have one sleep in your bed, but to me, not having the goat in my bed, is the great part. Goats also have that cat quality; they enjoy independence.
I actually have a couple of goats in mind to bring with me, but it would involve an intricate raid to save these poor neglected creatures (fodder for another story, so stay tuned to my blog!) but here are a few of my goat friends who might ride out to the island with me in a row boat:

and my earless friend who I habitually shout at just to be annoying:

The whole point of this island (which will somehow fall into my hands without expense), is to develop my writing with nothing but nature, the sound of the ocean, goats, and my endless supply of triscuits, V8, and hmmmmmmm, sliced goat? to keep me going. I will become a recluse. A recluse with an air conditioner and electricity, and running water, and a flush toilet, wireless and internet, and an emergency phone. Doesn't look like all that would fit on the Island, you say? Sounds like I am not giving up enough? Well this is a fantasy dammit, and it isn't fully developed yet. There may be a cat or two on my island. I don't know yet, so don't knock it!!!