Ambition does not run in my veins

I'm not an ambitious person. I'm likely far too content with my lot in life. Hence the ease of giving up on writing the novel. The bits and pieces don't mesh smoothly enough in all likelihood anyhow. However, that leaves the problem of all these story fragments still floating in my head. Well, I may've found sometin to sate many of my appetites, the writing included. The idea I proposed to my friend was likely not taken to seriously, but it has potential methinks. Might require ambition though, that means I'll need to think on it a lot more first. Oh and I'm headin to a place where I can learn languages I'm interested in, it's so nice :) (at least in theory anyhow, the beast may return and feast upon the organs of yet another poorly engineered plan)