WELCOME TO MIDDLE WOE

WHERE ORDER AND CHAOS MEET, POLITELY, OBVS

I created Middle Woe as a place where history, satire, and sheer nonsense collide.

It’s a fictional Tudor-ish village, known for its bureaucratically bonkers behaviour.

Suspiciously familiar and entirely unreliable, it is a place where parish clerks drown in paperwork, committees are formed for the most trivial of matters, geese roam unchecked, and cabbage fines are treated as a serious matter of law.

I chose 1563 as its founding year because it felt suitably Tudor, awkwardly precise, and vague enough that no parish record could ever agree on it. From there, the world began to grow — what started as a handful of absurd parish notices quickly sprouted into officious wardens, dubious committees, and endless red tape no villager ever asked for.

Middle Woe gives me the freedom to poke fun at bureaucracy, parody parish life, and generally see how far a turnip can be stretched in the name of satire.

Here you’ll find the longer decrees and golden nonsense that go beyond the quick notices I post elsewhere (Tumblr, Facebook, etc.).
Think of it as the dusty vestry ledger, where every sneeze regulation, plague tally, and marrow contribution is carefully recorded for posterity (and the parish goose).

If you enjoy history, parody, or simply the idea of a world where sneezing during sermons requires official cabbage paperwork — then welcome, you’re in the right place.

Respectfully yours,

Claire T. Stevens, Creator of Middle Woe and Giver of Laughter (but only in small doses, obvs).