I loved Fraggle Rock. I don't think you can possibly understand how much I loved Fraggle Rock. I would stay up on the couch at my grandmother's house as a kid, completely glued to that television, refusing to go to bed because I wanted to watch more episodes of Fraggle Rock.
So when I heard I could somehow possible be THE writer to tackle Fraggle Rock the screenplay, of course I said NO. I didn't even hesitate.
Have you read what I write? Cuss words and violence, that's me. Strong women who like to beat ass because it's the only way they know how to express their feelings. I do not write about sharing and trash heaps. My Fraggle Rock movie would revolve around a bloody raid on the Gorgs to get revenge for the death of Wembly. And everybody'd be all pissed, and they'd carry little Fraggle guns, and Red would be a badass Muy Thai warrior who would push Gobo to the side when his leadership proved ineffective.
I'm pretty sure that's not what they're looking for. Sometimes I think back to that moment and wonder if I should have said yes, just throw my hat in there, what's the worst that could happen? I don't know, but I know they wouldn't have picked me.
