Chance McLin can usually be found lounging near the lake (or any body of water), laughing himself breathless with friends, or engaging in idle chatter with any and everyone at his favorite coffeehouse. He delights in singing the songs from “Schoolhouse Rock” and humming a song from the 70’s or 80’s within five feet of him will likely earn you a free vocal accompaniment (probably off-key) complete with killer air guitar or drums. He is a self-professed minimalist and though he has a car, he refuses to drive to anywhere within a five-mile radius of his home. He hates snow, loves animals, and wishes that humans were capable of the level of unconditional love that animals possess. He was born with enough curiosity for three people and questioned “how” and “why” to everything within eyesight. He made his television debut at the age of seven when he infamously made the evening news. While out “exploring” one day, he noticed that a “really cool liquid” in a water tank could dissolve rocks. He opened a spigot on the tank and experimented with various rocks until his curiosity was sated. Unfortunately, he left the spout open. Hours later, the entire neighborhood had to be evacuated from the toxic fumes milling about. His “wonder” had released a flood of hydrochloric acid. After his mother was notified, he found it difficult to sit comfortably for a number of days. A stint in the United States Navy, The Nashville Metropolitan Police Department and 2 children ushered him into adulthood but he dragged his childlike curiosity and wonderment along, kicking and screaming. He still possesses such today (in tamed moderation). He loves the company of anyone who thinks outside of the box and will spend hours conversing with anyone who makes him think.

His philosophy of life in general: “It’s about the message, not the messenger.”


Chance, the rapper:

11039690_1047817891899524_332525958_n-1Chance developed a love for words very early in life. That love became evident in his first year of high school when his proficiency for poetry was noticed. Thinking that poetry was “unmanly”, he pursued rapping as an acceptable form of expression. While attending a concert in a local park, he noticed that the band had left the microphone on as they left for break. On a dare, he took to the stage and entertained the crowd for nearly fifteen minutes with original material before being chased offstage by a member of the band. Afterwards, he was approached by music producer, Karl M. Washington and offered a contract which he accepted. He released four albums and performed for years, touring with other well known artists such as Ice-T, Dr. Dre, Ice Cube (N.W.A), Public Enemy, and Eric-B and Rakim to name a few. Following a concert one evening, two young women were crushed to death while waiting to donate food for the homeless as a means of attending an after party to meet the performers.  Chance took the news of their deaths very hard. He finished the tour and his contract and walked away from the music scene, never recording again.


Chance, the talk show host:

The turn of the century brought about a new venture for Chance as he co-hosted, “R.O.C., Restore Our Communities”; a radio talk show dealing with the hurdles of society on a weekly basis. Though originally intended to be a local show and based in Nashville, it soon expanded to cover Tennessee, Alabama and Kentucky with Georgia in negotiations and broadened to television in the same areas. Never one to bite his tongue, Chance showed an uncanny knack for bringing out the rawness of his guest’s hidden emotions. He once interviewed the then Chief of Police regarding yet another officer involved shooting where Chance stated, “The facts just don’t add up.” The Chief stated that the general public was afforded the luxury of reaching such uninformed conclusions because they had no knowledge of the “policy” within the police department. Chance then informed him that such did not apply to him because he had attended the same academy and learned the exact same policy in question. The Chief promptly ended the interview, disconnecting the call without notice. Chance’s on air comment immediately following summed up his thoughts on the matter, “Truth doesn’t have to be liked in order to remain truth. It will remain just that, whether liked or not.” He continued the show for a number of years before venturing into new arenas.

Chance, the author:

Chance rekindled his love for words with his release of “EModeTIONS” (Thomas Nelson/Westbow Press); a collection of poetry, short stories, creative writing and personal musings. Initially written for friends and family only, he soon found its popularity reaching far beyond its intended circle. His newest novel, “RUNbrought about a less than amicable parting with Thomas Nelson. After submitting the finished manuscript, it was suggested that he “soften the content” in an effort to make Tribulation less frightening. Chance maintained that Tribulation is going to be a frightening time and that the content was necessary to maintain the theme of the novel. Unable to reach a compromise, Chance ventured out and financed the project himself. He was a breath away from abandoning the entire project after he showed it to a gentleman who reads screenplays for a living. The gentleman read it, looked at Chance curiously and said, “If you weren’t sitting here, I’d never believe you wrote this.” Chance asked why to which he responded rather callously, “Black people don’t write fiction. Even fewer write good fiction.” Chance graciously thanked him for his time, smiled and said, “Then it’s a good thing I didn’t know that.” Six days after its release, “RUN” was listed as number seven on Amazon’s bestseller’s list with a much anticipated sequel due in 2015. He reserves the term “writer” to the likes of Shakespeare, The  Sisters Bronte (as he calls them), Dumas and others and cringes when anyone applies the term to him. “I didn’t take creative writing or journalism,” he says. “I’m just a man that likes to tell a story, nothing more. I learn on the fly.” Because of the dark nature of The Run Trilogy, Chance vehemently refused to write a single word of it in his home. He felt that to do so would permeate his living space with much unneeded negativity. He gladly chose to sully the sanctity of his local coffeehouse.

He continues to laugh with friends, sing to himself, wonder and write while peacefully residing in the United States.

He lives nowhere near an acid producer.