@RivendellWolf: I say keep trying! Things take time to develop.
For my part, I've also found that life only offers me so much time to get good at doing things, and sometimes, one doesn't have the time or means to spread themselves too thin. Myself, I've always had a knack with writing, and that's what I've stuck to, and developed. Also, it's very inexpensive

The main problem is that while very fulfilling on a personal level, its a lot harder to get other people's reactions, as it takes longer to read a short story or poem than scan a picture. So that furry or otherwise, I do sometimes feel a certain loneliness creeping in, as I have a deep desire to share experiences with others, though my medium is far less 'followed' than visual art. And yet, I keep trying.
I wrote a series of 'animal' themed poems a while back; they hinge between the silly and the serious, between writing I do for fun, and what I might pass off as literature. Here's one from a while back:
Skunk
If only I could awaken as a skunk,
broad fore-claws throwing off the bedding,
sending the alarm clock to shatter on the floor
shredding the morning paper-
I’d prance outside,
fluff up my tail
ready to piss my dissent
over the world
laughing with the churring language of skunks
as I watched people run and scatter,
thinking:
I don’t stink, you do!
I’d get along
by
not getting along,
some sulfury Mephistopheles
no worse than an oil refinery
or a paper mill
or your own exhaust fumes belched out endlessly
until the sky shows a sickly yellow-
I’d face life
with the full force of my tail
lifted in opposition
to this world.
-Simo Skunk, a few years ago
Well, a brief writing sample; my poetry is what one would call narrative, free verse, inspired greatly by Anne Sexton, and others of her period and ilk.