Roadtrips, Rivals, and Romance: A Delightful Nora Ephron Tribute Fiction Sparks Flirting And Fiery Debates Between Two Strangers Stuck In A Car Together In When Harry Met Charlie

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Can two men who clash over everything ever agree on love?

 

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When Harry Met Charlie

by Donna Costa

Genre: MM Romantic Comedy

 

 

Harry is a number-cruncher. Charlie is a people-person. One is bubbly and optimistic, the other serious and pessimistic. With an endless stream of verbal sparring and heated debates filling the car on their road trip from Vancouver to Toronto, they arrive at the conclusion they are complete opposites and go their separate ways.

 

When they meet years later – older, wiser, and love-worn – will their sparring become a prelude to romance? An exciting turn on? Will they be there for each other when it’s needed most?

 

Boys’ Love + Nora Ephron Fan Fiction = When Harry Met Charlie

 

 

“Fun, funny and wonderfully delightful! Reminds you of experiencing your first crush – I couldn’t turn the pages fast enough!” – Leeanne Whitehouse, Pure Country Morning Host

 

 

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Chapter 1

 

It’s 1977. Harry Burns has just graduated from law school on the West Coast and is standing at the window of his third-story dorm watching for the arrival of his ride to Toronto. He crosses his arms and drums his fingers impatiently.

 

Behind him, Harry’s friend and dorm mate Rufus is vigorously kissing his girlfriend, Sally. They’re sighing and murmuring to each other. Oh, I’m going to miss you so much. I love you. Will we ever see each other again? Kiss me again. Harry rolls his eyes.

 

Out the window, Harry spots a VW Beetle pulling up to the curb across the campus green. Rays from the rising sun glint off the car roof. He pushes his glasses up his nose and shouts, “Ride’s here, Rufus.”

 

Harry slings his backpack over one shoulder and wedges a heavy box of textbooks under his arm, then grabs his suitcase with his other hand. Why couldn’t someone invent luggage with wheels? Struggling to carry all his gear, Harry loses patience with the couple’s sloppy sweet-nothings and shoves Rufus’ arm none too gently, dislodging him from the embrace. “C’mon. Let’s go!”

 

“Bye, sweet-ums!” Rufus gives Sally one last smooch. “I’ll call as soon as I get there.” He stares longingly into her eyes and blows her a kiss, then snatches up his duffel and follows Harry down the stairs.

 

Harry stops as they reach the VW, taking in the vomit-green color, which reminds him of the nauseating flight he took from Toronto when he moved west to start university. He’s in no hurry to repeat that experience. A two-day nonstop road trip is the lesser of two evils.

 

He eyes the car’s thick rust and immediately wonders if the car will make it all the way across the country. With two unknowns—the driver he’s never met and the state of the car—his anxiety increases. Why hadn’t he been more prepared, done more research? Am I going to regret this?

 

A young man gets out of the VW, and Rufus, the common denominator, makes the introductions.

 

“Charlie, this is Harry, my roommate here in Vancouver and my pal growing up in small-town Ontario. Harry, meet Charlie, my friend from karaoke. That’s where Charlie told me he was headed to Toronto, like you, and why I suggested you ride together.”

 

I don’t know what I was expecting, but it isn’t this. Shouldn’t a future flight attendant be clean-cut and well groomed? Instead, Charlie has the appearance of a furry teddy bear. Even his forearms, visible below the short sleeves of his Oscar Wilde T-shirt, are bushy. His faded bellbottoms are a little too tight. Is that the start of a pot belly? Don’t flight attendants have weight restrictions? He extends his hand to Charlie for a handshake.

 

As Charlie settles behind the wheel of the Beetle, Harry places his suitcase and textbooks on the back floor behind the passenger seat. A Coleman thermos and small picnic cooler already take up the floor space on the driver’s side. Harry folds his long frame onto the rear seat beside Charlie’s nineteen-inch Electrohome TV, complete with rabbit ears. The only place for his feet is atop the box of his books. He squeezes his knees together and holds his backpack on his lap. It’s only a short drive to the airport. I can manage.

 

Rufus jumps into the front passenger seat. The bud vase on the dash holding a single daisy catches his attention, and he flashes a peace sign at Charlie. “Cool!”

 

“I knew you’d like it,” Charlie says, beaming a hundred-watt smile. He grabs an imaginary microphone. “Good morning, ladies, ahem, gentlemen. Welcome aboard Flight 2B with service from Vancouver to Toronto, with a short layover at the airport. We expect to be on the road for approximately forty-eight hours. Please fasten your seatbelts and stow your baggage. Please note there are two exits.” Charlie points at the car doors, then adds, “Thank you for choosing Charlie’s VW Air.”

 

Harry rolls his eyes and wonders if he’ll have to put up with aviation demonstrations every time Charlie takes the wheel.

 

Maybe flying would have been a better option?

 

Too late now.

 

 

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Donna Costa draws on her love of romance, both novels and movies, plus her years in the aviation industry for When Harry Met Charlie. She writes in a variety of genres including YA, memoir, romance, and historical fiction. She lives in London, Ontario.

 

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My Future Writing Projects

 

I’m the kind of writer who has several projects on the go at once. My next novel in the publishing queue is a WWI historical fiction. I was inspired to write it after reading Emma Donoghue’s novel, Pull of the Stars about the WWI Spanish flu outbreak in Dublin. I trained as a homeopath and thought, “Why not write a WWI novel about Spanish flu from a homeopath’s perspective?”

 

(Emma Donoghue happens to live in my city of London, Ontario. She also was the Finalist Judge for Out of the Woods: Voices from the Forest City, an anthology. Three of my poems and a short story were selected for the publication.)

 

1918 was an interesting time in Canada. Politically, conscription divided the nation. The practice of placing children from Great Britain in Canadian homes and on farms as laborers and domestics was ongoing. (These youngsters are now known as Home Children.) Women were starting to practice medicine. Homeopathic physicians belonged to the same medical college as allopathic physicians, although it was a contentious union. Records show that homeopaths were quite successful in treating Spanish flu on the home front, and homeopathic doctors served in the U.S. military treating soldiers on the front lines. I even wove my grandfather’s history into the story as he was conscripted at the time.

 

This historical fiction, yet to be titled, will be released in 2027.

 

Also in the works is a sequel to my first novel, Breathing With Trees, which was YA fiction, coming-of-age story. Tentatively titled Dancing The Earth, it takes place during the covid years with scenes in Ottawa amid the truckers’ Freedom Convoy. I have written several chapters of the first draft, while the third and final book in the series is still just a nugget of an idea.

 

In addition to these projects, other ideas include a series of finding-love-late-in-life romances and a contemporary re-imagining of Mary Poppins.

 

But if another great idea presents itself, I’m happy to let it jump the queue.

 

 

My Favourite Parts of When Harry Met Charlie

 

One of the characteristics that defines Nora Ephron’s writing is the witty repartee between the lead characters. I wanted to mimic that banter in When Harry Met Charlie.

 

Repartee is first heard in the 1977 scenes when Harry and Charlie are taking a road trip from Vancouver to Toronto. In romance terms, this would be a “forced proximity” trope. It’s where the characters are getting to know each other for the first time, pushing each other’s buttons a bit, and defending their own opinions, sometimes gently, sometimes without any tact. These are the moments that make for comedic jousting.

 

Besides the movie When Harry Met Sally, another great rom-com starring Meg Ryan was the 1995 movie French Kiss, written by Adam Brooks. I deliberately inserted a heated discussion about the actors of the 1995 movie into the conversations between Harry and Charlie in 1977. It’s anachronistic, yes, but it made for some intriguing mind-bending—a movie within a book mimicking a movie—for readers to puzzle out.

 

In a later scene from 1987—the sweet decade for saucy dialogue—Harry is trapped in an elevator with two elderly women, Gladys and Ethel. This pair of sassy and impudent matrons spout some ribald, irreverent comments in Harry’s direction.

 

Nora Ephron is also known for one-liners, her most famous being, “I’ll have what she’s having” spoken after Meg Ryan loudly fakes “the big O” in the middle of a restaurant. Of course, I couldn’t pilfer that well-known line, but there is a scene in which savouring delicious food becomes…orgastic.

 

Writing When Harry Met Charlie was a lot of fun and, I hope, a worthy homage to Nora Ephron and rom-coms through the decades.

 

 

Which Novel Would Make A Movie?

 

Which of your novels can you imagine being made into a movie?

 

Since my rom-com is patterned after the movie When Harry Met Sally, the obvious answer would be When Harry Met Charlie. But I don’t actually see it as a movie. I see it as a play, specifically for local theatre.

 

The first live theatre I attended in the 70s was Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead. I was in high school and our class was studying Hamlet, so our English teacher arranged a field trip to Stratford, Ontario, world-renowned home of Shakespearean plays. (Well, known for that and being the birthplace of Justin Bieber, but he wasn’t on the scene when I was a teen.) I have loved live theatre ever since that show.

 

Here in London, Ontario, we are fortunate to have numerous live theatre options in the city and surrounding areas, especially during the summer tourist season. A friend was a regular actor at one theatre that regrettably closed during covid years, but we loved attending his performances, seeing the local talent on display, and having a connection to the community.

 

Local theatre brings people together, supports local economies, and helps budding actors gain experience. I encourage everyone to partake of this great form of entertainment.

 

Would I object if When Harry Met Charlie was to be made into a movie? Of course not! I’d be thrilled. And I’d be equally as proud if it were to grace the stage of local theatre.

 

Fun Facts

 

Fun Fact: I once trained and practiced as a homeopath.

This is why you will see homeopathy pop up in my novels. In When Harry Met Charlie, there’s a scene where Charlie administers arnica for shock and another scene where Harry gives nux-vomica for a hangover. These are two common, homeopathic first aid remedies. I like to sprinkle tidbits like this in my stories to familiarize readers with homeopathy for healing.

 

Fun Fact: I once worked in aviation.

I was the departmental secretary, primarily in Flight Operations, supporting the Director and other managers of the pilot group. This familiarity is one reason I chose Flight Attendant as the career for Charlie. As they say in writing circles, “Write what you know.”

 

Fun Fact: I once climbed a mountain.

I was 50 years old at the time and climbed Tamborine Mountain in Queensland, Australia. I spent a year in that gorgeous country which I write about in my travelogue In the Land of Oz: Diary of a Canuck Living a Year Down Under.

 

FunFact: My great grandfather was a circus performer.

My great grandfather, William Beilstein, was part of Ringling Brothers’ Circus (1890-1896), Barnum and Bailey Circus (1898-1899), and then returned to Ringling (1900-1903). He performed as an equilibrist with hand and head balancing acts, and as a clown. He was most popular for his acts with performing pigs. You can read about my search for my great grandfather on Substack, Unhiding: My Writerly Life.

 

FunFact: I once dreamed of writing romances.

Back in high school, I read a LOT of romances and wrote many tropes in my head. When Harry Met Charlie is my first published romance, 50 years later! (My first book Breathing With Trees was YA fiction and also contained a sweet romance.)

 

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