That money, with the option payments from Woods, was what Ayn and Frank lived on for almost a year. Ayn was a promising playwright with a play about to go into production—and she was struggling to buy enough food to survive. At RKO, she earned about eleven dollars a week, at MGM about twenty dollars a week. Rent was forty dollars a month; her payments were often late. “I’d buy one lamb chop for dinner for Frank,” Ayn would recall. “I had to diet anyway, so I would do without. One day, we had fifty cents between us, and our only - food was the remains of a box of oatmeal. It was slightly Russian. . . . You see why I’m not very glamour-conscious and don’t like to live glamorously. I gave up the idea long before then, but that helped. There was no time to think of it... The tension was enormous because of our financial situation. I was plan- ning The Fountainhead at that time, but I had no peace of mind to really work, I could neither work nor not work—I was running a race with an undefined bank account.” And month by month, Ayn waited for word that Al Woods had obtained his backing.