Blessed Are Those Who Weep

Giveaway alert: a Nook or Kindle copy of BLESSED ARE THOSE WHO WEEP and a Starbucks card are up for grabs.

Today I’m thrilled to welcome my wonderful friend and fellow Witness author, Kristi Belcamino, to the blog. Kristi has a fascinating and heart-wrenching story to tell you, so I’ll let her do most of the talking, but I just have to say a few words about her new release BLESSED ARE THOSE WHO WEEP.

This story grabs you by the throat from the beginning and never lets go. The heroine, Gabriella Giovanni, leads you through a maze of compelling characters and twisting events until you arrive at an ending that will leave you breathless. But it’s not the heart-pounding ending you’ll read for. It’s Gabriella herself. A heroine who’s brilliant yet vulnerable, brave yet all too human. Pick it up today, then kick back with a glass of red wine, a hanky, and a do not disturb sign.

Here’s the blurb:

San Francisco Bay Area reporter Gabriella Giovanni stumbles onto a horrific crime scene with only one survivor—a baby girl found crawling between the dead bodies of her family members. Reeling from the slaughter, Gabriella clings to the infant. When Social Services pries the little girl from her arms, the enormity of the tragedy hits home. Diving deep into a case that brings her buried past to the forefront, Gabriella is determined to hunt down the killer who left this helpless baby an orphan.

But one by one the clues all lead to a dead end, and Gabriella’s obsession with finding justice pulls her into a dark, tortuous spiral that is set to destroy everything she loves …

The Story That Did Me In

By Kristi Belcamino

I’ll never forget the story that did me in.

The one that slayed me and changed my career path entirely. The one that ultimately led me to quit my job as a newspaper reporter.

It was about the perfect family destroyed — shattered — by tragedy.

As a crime reporter, I had been blithely cruising through other people’s tragedies for years. I was moved and haunted by many of the stories I covered — some which caused me to drink and smoke too much — but I was still able to do my job and more importantly, I still loved doing my job.

My two close friends at the paper were just like me. We thought nothing of talking about “floaters” and “decomps” and those words were sprinkled into our ever day conversation.

Not much rattled us. Dead body? No problem.

In fact, I’ll never forget how excited I was one day to get a new copy of a homicide investigator’s manual in the mail. It was chock full of graphic photos of various modes and manners of death, including close-range gunshot wounds to the face and explosions and people crushed to death. Not pretty.

But that didn’t stop my friend C and I from taking the book to a Chinese restaurant and flipping through it over lunch.

C also had seen more autopsies at our county morgue than probably any reporter in the history of our newspaper. She was soft-spoken, drop-dead gorgeous, and fearless.

I only saw one autopsy. A guy about my age who overdosed. I can recognize the smell of a dead body to this day.

C and I were regular visitors at the morgue and I soon got a reputation at the newspaper. Every time an intern started, the editors would tell me to take them to the morgue that first week.

I wonder how many interns were traumatized by the experience? I took one young woman on a day when a young man who died in a motorcycle crash was on the slab as we walked into the room. The first thing we saw was the giant chunk of his skull that was missing at the top of his head.

But none of that bothered me. Not really.

Then I gave birth.

The flood of hormones transformed me into another person. Suddenly, everything I reported on was much too close to home.

All the evil that I had kept at arm’s length seemed to follow me home at night.

I would immerse myself in the seediest, darkest part of life and then come home to the very definition of innocence in my baby. I was having a hard time reconciling these two worlds, but then it got worse.

Right before Christmas, a mother in a wealthy suburb and her two children, who I think were less than a year apart, were walking on a beautiful fall day to get ice cream. They were on a parkway, where a wide sidewalk was separated from the road by a patch of grass.

The kids were either in front of or behind the mother when a suspected drunk driver went careening off the road and plowed into the kids, killing them both.

Not long after, the parents invited the press to talk to them in their luxurious home in a rich subdivision. I sat with other reporters in their living room and looked around at the beautiful couple in their beautiful home.

The mother, who I had imagined would be curled up in the fetal position with dirty hair and slobber on her wrinkled clothes, looked more put together than I ever had in my entire life.

She was gorgeous. Her husband was gorgeous. Without knowing their story and looking at them in their fancy home, you would think they had everything.

And yet, they had nothing. Not anymore. Some drunken fool had taken away their life.

The million dollar house was empty and hollow, haunted by memories of children playing and laughing.

Later, my editors asked me to do a story about what this couple’s Christmas was like. I refused. Or rather, I simply kept forgetting to do it.

I couldn’t force myself to call them. I knew what their Christmas was going to be like. Or at least I suspected. It was going to be a hellish nightmare, just like the rest of their days were right now.

So, I suppose it could have been any story that fall — any tragedy that struck me to the core — but that was the story that did me in. Suddenly as a mother, I couldn’t dip into and out of other people’s tragedies anymore. I just couldn’t do it.

I had always cared about my job and cared about the victims of tragedies and tried to do them justice in the best way I could, but I couldn’t do it anymore. When I became a mother, the emotions struck too sharp and too deep for me to continue doing my job properly.

I quit my job a few months later.

But I am forever changed by my former life as a reporter. I have seen things that help me put everything into perspective.

Luckily most of the people I know live very sheltered lives. When they complain — and cry — about trivial things, I try to understand. II tell myself they don’t know. They don’t understand.

They don’t know how lucky they are. They have a little bubble around their lives. They feel invincible. And maybe it is necessary to feel that way to go on day to day.

But I know something different. I know that bubble doesn’t protect them from tragedy. Tragedy is not picky. It is not discerning. It has a laissez-faire attitude in who it strikes. There is no rhyme or reason.

That’s one thing I know.

I’ve sat in too many living rooms of people who know the same thing.

This knowledge may seem like a burden to some. And in fact, up-close knowledge of that as a crime reporter was more than I could handle as a new mother.

But with hindsight, I realize this knowledge is not a burden, but a gift.

It is a gift because it reminds me to pick my battles, put minor setbacks in perspective and to never, ever take one moment of this precious life for granted.

Kristi Belcamino is a writer, photographer, and crime reporter who also bakes a tasty biscotti.

As a reporter, she’s flown over Big Sur in an FA-18 jet with the Blue Angels, raced a Dodge Viper at Laguna Seca, and attended barbecues at the morgue. Her first novel was inspired by her dealings with a serial killer.

During her decade covering crime in California, Belcamino wrote and reported about many high-profile cases including the Laci Peterson murder and Chandra Levy’s disappearance. And because of her police sources, she was one of the first reporters in the country to learn that the passengers on Flight 93 had fought back on 9/11. She has appeared on Inside Edition and local cable television shows. Her work has appeared in such prominent publications as the Miami Herald, San Jose Mercury News, and Chicago Tribune. She now works part-time for the St. Paul Pioneer Press as a police reporter.

Connect with Kristi on her website, facebook, or twitterprofilecowboy2

Readers leave a comment or question for Kristi. One lucky person will win an e-copy of BLESSED ARE THOSE WHO WEEP and a $10 Starbucks card. Good luck!

 

 

About Carey Baldwin

Carey Baldwin is a mild-mannered doctor by day and an award winning author of edgy romantic thrillers by night. What's a nice girl like Carey doing writing scare-you-silly romantic thrillers? When you are a former clinical psychologist, writing about psychopaths comes naturally, and when you are a hopeless romantic, well, you do the math! Look for Carey's upcoming release, CONFESSION, coming from Harper Collins this spring. Learn more at www.CareyBaldwin.com

Posted on April 14, 2015, in Author Spotlight, book recommendations, Carey Baldwin, Guest blog and tagged , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 20 Comments.

  1. What a wonderful blog post, ladies. I can’t wait to read about Gabriella Giovanni. Except I get scared easily so I think I’m going to have to read this during the day in the sunlight. Preferably on a beach somewhere. 🙂

  2. Reblogged this on Sharon Wray and commented:

    Today on Kiss and Thrill, my K&T sister is hosting fellow Witness author Kristin Belcamino and her newest release Blessed Are Those Who Weep. Wonderful interview with an amazing author!

  3. Carey, thanks for sharing Kristi with us! Kristi: WOW, what a compelling personal story. I can tell I’m gonna love your writing and the book blurb sounds great! Best of luck with the release!

  4. Thanks for your comment, Sharon and for re-blogging. I was worried my books would be too scary, as well, but so far my mom and her friends like them, and they aren’t mystery readers … so hard to say!

  5. Thanks JB. Release week has been a blast! Now, I’m trying to get cracking again, but have spring fever today!

  6. Kristi- I read through this with a slack jaw. What an incredible life and heart-warming story YOU’VE had!

    I agree, we all complain about our ‘first world problems’ and watch the horror on the news like it’s just another crime show. But I also think it’s a protective mechanism, because we are SO inundated with the evil and random tragedies around us that as humans, if we allow it all into our souls, we’ll stay in a fetal position most of our lives.

    Looking forward to this read and your obviously stellar future as a writer! Thank you for being our guest today. 🙂

  7. Hi Sarah,
    I agree it’s a coping mechanism. Just like cops and even reporters use gallows humor to cope with tragedy.
    And thanks so much. It is an honor to be on such a cool blog!

  8. Wow Kristi! I thought I was reading another book blurb when I realized that it was your life blurb. What an amazing, terrifying, hopeful life you’ve had. I bet the reality you’ll bring to Gabriella’s story will keep me hooked from start to finish. Carey, thank you for introducing me to Kristi and her book. This is definitely going on my Kindle!

  9. Thanks so much, Julie! One of the best compliments I can receive is when people say the writing feels authentic!

  10. Welcome, Kristi! I can relate to the new mom hormones – although it didn’t lead to a dramatic career shift as it did for you. For me, when my daughter was born, I changed my reading habits – I’d been in a book club and read the depressing book of the month. I got a lot from those books, and enjoyed discussing them, but it might have been a mistake to read Angela’s Ashes while seven months pregnant, and Bastard Out of Carolina nearly destroyed me.

    When I was nursing my newborn and reached for a book to read, I found I couldn’t stomach the heartache anymore. I just didn’t want to invite in depression and pain that wasn’t my own. Fictional or memoir, I lived the emotions of the book I was reading. And yes, I avoided the news beyond the headlines on NPR. That was when we got Comedy Central (this was early 2000) and I started watching The Daily Show – that I could handle.

    It was in those early days of motherhood that I turned to romance, which up to that point had been a secret, guilty pleasure. In romance, there might be shock, horror, and crime, but there was also the reward of a happy emotional connection and the promise that everything would be okay in the end. I needed that in those early days, and I still need it now.

    Thanks so much for joining us today and sharing your story. I look forward to reading your book!

  11. Hi Kristi,

    I’m not a mother, but I have learned that while I can blithely read one serial killer novel after another, I am not so sanguine with real life crime. I figured it out when I started to do some proofreading for a local court reporter. It only took one capital murder case–where three teens were shot down for being in the wrong place at the wrong time–to end that little side career for me. It’s one thing to read about fictional people, but these were real people, who were shot in an area of town I knew well.

    Fiction is fine by me. But suffering in real life? Those are images and emotions that I have a hard time getting out of my head.

    All that said–welcome to the blog! 😉 Your book sounds great!

  12. Rachel,
    I hear you. I really try to make my books have a very strong thread of hopefulness in them to sort of get that same happy ending. I read Blessings when I was nursing and it was basically a big sob fest for two days straight!

  13. Thanks for the warm welcome, Manda. Yes, true crime is much more difficult. I think it is much harder to be a crime reporter now that I’m a mom. I do it part time and that’s enough. Like I mentioned above, (I think) I’ve cried at my desk over some stories.

  14. Welcome to K&T (a little late), Kristi! Thanks for sharing your story. I definitely became more emotional–more affected by things I wouldn’t have previously noticed–after having kids. I think we have to live in a bit of a bubble to keep from going crazy, but it’s good to have enough fear that we don’t waste the time we have or take things too much for granted.

    Congrats on your new release!

  15. Thanks, Gwen. It’s definitely a balancing act. Right? If we are too, tuned-in to the dark side of life we would never be able to function and yet we don’t want to be completely oblivious to what a gift each day is.

  16. Thanks to Kristi for being an awesome guest! Tune in on Tuesday for the winner announcement along with a terrific blog by Sarah Andre.

  17. Thank you for making me aware of the challenges that crime reporters face each day. Best of luck with your novel!

Thrill us with your wit...

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: