He was unfocused and seemed to find fault with everything I showed him, even when he’d said it was what he wanted. I sighed, and looked around . . . and had an “ah-ha!” moment. I scheduled a meeting for the next day—for which I printed black-and-white photos of his interiors, did sample boards of paint and fabrics—and we sat in the corner of a coffee shop where he had no visual distractions. In under an hour he signed off on the plan and the project began.
He had ADHD—a successful idea man who left the details to others